tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post5306409764347299316..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: Poem Prompt 2 - Refreshing ClichéLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-68978181926603605752008-02-27T13:41:00.000+01:002008-02-27T13:41:00.000+01:00Walking on thin iceBefore the ice cracks there’s a...Walking on thin ice<BR/><BR/>Before the ice cracks <BR/>there’s a sigh<BR/>like the last attempt <BR/>at holding things <BR/>together, the moment <BR/>before it happens, <BR/>the slightest tremble <BR/>in the water <BR/>invisible to the eye.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-85474414514485829312008-02-25T17:40:00.000+01:002008-02-25T17:40:00.000+01:00This one's more than 14 lines long - sorry :)Fools...This one's more than 14 lines long - sorry :)<BR/><BR/><B>Fools rush in where angels fear to tread </B><BR/><BR/>At first I couldn’t wait to grow<BR/>into the moon-white dress<BR/>accessorised with wings and halo,<BR/>couldn’t wait to soar <BR/>above the clouds with my harp. <BR/><BR/>But day after day<BR/>of swooping through the sky<BR/>left my feet aching<BR/>to touch solid ground,<BR/>the head of a pin was far too crowded<BR/>for me to pirouette properly.<BR/>I wanted to dance on the grass<BR/>but was kept off by the wisdom <BR/>wrapped around me.<BR/><BR/>One day I decided to abandon flight.<BR/>I squeezed into my outgrown<BR/>red and yellow stripy suit<BR/>fixed bells to my fingers and toes<BR/>and helter-skeltered down the street.Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134783230684185195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-9961146858445235502008-02-25T17:25:00.000+01:002008-02-25T17:25:00.000+01:00Actions speak louder than wordsWhilst we’re not-sp...<B>Actions speak louder than words</B><BR/><BR/>Whilst we’re not-speaking<BR/>you make me<BR/>a cup of tea.Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134783230684185195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-11696609995992423802008-02-25T17:23:00.000+01:002008-02-25T17:23:00.000+01:00I liked this prompt :)Blood from a stoneThe thick ...I liked this prompt :)<BR/><BR/><B>Blood from a stone</B><BR/><BR/>The thick skin I’m hiding<BR/>behind, blunts your tongue<BR/>your anger bruising<BR/>on my granite face.<BR/><BR/>But when you’re all shouted-out,<BR/>your whispered words<BR/>worm their way in,<BR/>puncturing arteries<BR/>until the liquid <BR/>runs down my face.Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134783230684185195noreply@blogger.com