Poems written for "The Daily Poem" Contest inspired by various prompts. |
| Prophecy Intense light silhouettes branches that reach out like gnarled fingers. The croneβs face, briefly illuminated, breaks into a gapped-tooth smile. βSatan seeks the weakest of souls. Can you resist his offers?β βFor this, I paid you twenty dollars?β "Of course. I am a prophet center.β An entry for the May 15th round of "The Daily Poem " Prompt: Write a Troisieme poem. Line Count: 11 |