A garden bird,
A hidden window;
Ice beneath sleet,
A city enclosed
Where
The smell of smoke
Falls like frost,
Like nightfall’s
Blue curtain.
Every leaf, dead
On the twig.
On a poetry FB page - PoetryUK, I think, someone posted a poem exercise based on a sheet of words, ‘start words’ from a writing exercise. The sheet was there as a picture, too, so I tried my own - selecting only the words I wanted and taking liberties with tense, plurals and so on.
Below is the start sheet and the poem as posted in case anyone wants to try it for themselves.
Ice beneath sleet,
A city enclosed
Where
The smell of smoke
Falls like frost,
Like nightfall’s
Blue curtain.
Every leaf, dead
On the twig.
© BH, 2021
On a poetry FB page - PoetryUK, I think, someone posted a poem exercise based on a sheet of words, ‘start words’ from a writing exercise. The sheet was there as a picture, too, so I tried my own - selecting only the words I wanted and taking liberties with tense, plurals and so on.
Below is the start sheet and the poem as posted in case anyone wants to try it for themselves.
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