Saturday October 31st, 2020

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: masks.

Happy Halloween!

3 comments:

Greg said...

Hmm, I'm a little late coming to this, but better late than never! Let's see if those night-birds are wearing masks then....

Masks
One guard has strayed too far,
And topples, eyes glazed, brain mazed as Red descends.
He borrows the goggles and jacket and blends
In perfectly. Uniform is a mask after all.

Greg said...

Also, I saw this and remembered your deer-gate :-D

Marc said...

Greg - you're late? YOU'RE late? Hah, that's a good one...

That's a fantastic four lines, and also moves the story along nicely. 'eyes glazed, brain mazed' is top notch work.

Also: hah!