Saturday November 14th, 2020

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: playing the odds.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Well, I'm not using the prompt directly, but pretty much the next three verses are all about it: taking advantage of the chances that the situation presents. Because I think the time for planning for these two was nine months ago when Red was still in a hospital bed :)

Playing the odds
It’s a moment that shouldn’t arrive but somehow it does.
Red’s inching closer to Spud (and the edge)
And Emma’s got back on her feet with her hands still tied
And a bat is given a nudge and flies into Spud’s face.

Marc said...

Greg - hah, yes, you're probably right about the planning for these two :)

Ooh, I can't wait to see what comes of this! I know if it was me I would freak right out and end up falling off the cliff all on my own...