Poems for years 4, 5 and 6 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
Invalid Photo #1068037 Sentinel High on the rocks like a sore thumb, you stand on the hand of the cape, bright white with a bloody red nail, while the waves your fingers do strum. Overhead in the summer’s blue light the clouds wisp their gentle designs, but in the mirror of the tide’s latest pool a darker world speaks of the night. When the storm stirs the waters to rage and the mariner’s blind in the dark, then comes the moment to grasp - your thumb’s up to your cue on the stage. Line count: 12 Rhymed abca For Promptly Poetry 4, Week 3, 2023 Prompt: As per illustration. |