Well it has been some time.
I've just sent off a story for a short story competition. Wish me luck!
In the mean time, here is a poem:
Skeletons In A Forest
Skeletal trees upon a walkway.
The rain hits their leaves into surrender,
Thunder from a distance.
Footsteps from beneath.
The grey sky above me -
Walking in a sea of leaves.
My thoughts will never leave my mind,
their mine to keep inside.
Books in my bag bang against my knees,
As I remember long lost times.
Music drumming in my ears,
The soundtrack to my life.
3 comments:
I love your poem - it has beautiful imagery.
Good luck with the story completition.
Really good - and quite a departure, I thought.
"Hits" or "beats" leaves? The second stanza was my favourite of the two. I like the way the title alludes to things.
Good luck with the competition!
Hello!
I really like the atmosphere in this poem and the way you play upon the senses. I remember that feeling of books in my bag banging. You've taken me back many years.
I think the the second line is very effective, as is the last. Overall it really works.
I also like the look of the purple font on black.
Best of luck!
Kat
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