I think I keep going in a different direction to you -- maybe one of these weeks or months we should start from the same first stanza and continue the poem from your prompts and see how differently they end up? :)
Focus So battle is averted and the ships are pulled together And the order comes to board the Clarity. Where we find a single sailor cowering in the bilges Focusing on a voice seemingly from the sea.
I think I keep going in a different direction to you -- maybe one of these weeks or months we should start from the same first stanza and continue the poem from your prompts and see how differently they end up? :)
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So battle is averted and the ships are pulled together
And the order comes to board the Clarity.
Where we find a single sailor cowering in the bilges
Focusing on a voice seemingly from the sea.
Greg - that sounds like fun :)
ReplyDeleteOoh. Oh dear. This sailor sounds like... sanity may be a distant relative.
And yes, we definitely would go in different directions. At every single opportunity, I reckon.