Saturday December 26th, 2020

The exercise:

On the last Saturday of 2020, write a four line poem about: coming full circle.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Heh, and you're practically all caught up on comments for the end of the year! Well done :)
Right, time for

Coming full circle
They stand outside Spud’s hospital room, looking inside
Where tubes snake like knotweed around the bed
And the machines breathe for him.
“Leave him,” says Red. “He’ll probably die.”


[Now, the explanation here, and for the previous verse, is to look back to the start of the poem, say here and compare this with the first verse and last week's with the fifth verse :) ]

Marc said...

Greg - well I do have a lot more free time now, so there's no excuse not to be caught up.

Well, I mean, I've got plenty of excuses... but I'm trying not to use them.

Ah, this is an excellent finale. And no explanation required, I recognized the verse immediately.

Also: email received. Haven't sat down and read it all yet, but I thank you very much for sending the full version :)