Saturday May 11th, 2019

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: questions.

Mine:

But he was soon interrupted by a fist
Hammering on his front door.
It was the police with just a few questions...
And then a few questions more.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Ah, well I suppose someone had to notice what Buddy was up to sooner or later, or his murderspree wouldn't be worth writing about. I wonder how the Master will get on with the police. And if, when he answers the door, they start with, "Excuse me Sir, but are you... huh, 'the Master'? Now what does that name mean, Sir?"

Questions
They pose more questions than they answer. How
The men proceed is cautious, testing ev’-
-ry curve and floor. A shadow forms behind
Them all, occluding where they were before.

Marc said...

Greg - hah, that would be a good opener. Perhaps in the prose version :)

Ooh, those final two lines are fantastic. That's awesome!