Saturday June 27th, 2020

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: advancing.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Well, it's time to start part III, and see if Red's out of the hospital yet. Or at least out of bed!

Advancing
The machines breathe for him;
Air hisses through tubes that snake about like knotweed.
Red pauses by the door, looks inside. “That was me,” he says.
“Time’s advancing,” says Emma. “Look in a mirror instead.”

Marc said...

Greg - I like the way you handled this transition. That simple 'Time's advancing' is delightfully well done.

Also: woop, woop, Red is up!