Hi, here’s
one I wrote for JD Mader’s 2minutesgo writing exercise, which happens every
weekend at his blog, Unemployed Imagination. Head over there to write, read or
comment. Have a groovy Sunday!
Raw
Face on
a bridge
Screaming.
A wrench
Of time
blown out.
An eyeless
skull,
Unrecognisable
maw.
He seeks
to perfect
In this
imperfection.
The red
sky bleeds
As the
wild sea roils.
He carries
a half-moon,
Its
shine blackened.
Shaped like
a claw,
It’s
forgotten him.
There is
no shelter.
He cries
out his last
Thought.
Raw and still.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, June 14, 2020
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