The exercise:
Write about: burning.
This heat, you guys. Tonight was the first night we didn't go to the beach to cool off since Saturday, and that was only because none of us could be bothered.
Thankfully we should be past the worst of it now, with things starting to gradually cool off. Maybe it won't reach 40 tomorrow? That would be nice.
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I believe that the temperatures are supposed to drop a little now; I just hope that we don't keep getting these heatwaves over summer. One is enough, though I expect we'll get something more like one a month. Milder, at least, if we're lucky.
Burning
The prison walls are thick,
old stone hauled from Antigon quarry
by the previous prisoners
on a long journey across ice and rivers
to where the prison now dominates the sorry
city. The streets, once rain-slick,
are alight with colour and adrift in smoke.
Fire rages across the quarters
and the old stone walls hold the heat
of the terrible burning. The smell of cooked meat
is both tempting and nauseating; the courtiers
cooked in their homes where they choked...
...and then everyone else fell to the flames as well.
Remember this first manifestation of Hell.
Greg - turns out? Just gonna set everything on fire and forget about the temperature! Wheeeeee...
This is lovely work. Glad to see you're keeping your poetic muscles in shape.
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