I place the pebbles on top of each other
alternating their colours.
Creating a mosaic pattern that becomes
pleasing to my eyes.
In my mind they form Sahara deserts,
Never visited
In my dreams they form hidden treasures,
Never gotten
My moat is well-formed and protective.
To keep the warriors at bay, as they
try to force their way in.
May they drown in the stinging waters
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Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
I like the transition between the relaxing mood at the beginning of this poem to its 'stinging' conclusion. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, why do these prompts bring out the dark in me?
ReplyDeletePamela
visual stacking...
ReplyDeletewell put.
The poem builds just as the pebbles do. Wonderful. Inventive. Thanks for a good Potluck! :-)
ReplyDeleteJingle thanks.
ReplyDeletePamela
Jamie,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much and thanks for the visit.
Pamela