Saturday September 25th, 2021

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: a warning.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Hmm, aren't the bones warning enough?

A warning
Still no mermaids, no sirens to sing me to my doom,
And the bones are passed by with patient steps.
Whatever warning they should send has passed me by as well
And then the trees give way to tall-grassed steppes.

Maybe not....

Marc said...

Greg - no, apparently not, it would seem.

Very curious to discover what this island has in store for your narrator.