In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true, a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the house as usual, but, as might be expected, fled in extreme terror…
Category: Marathon Poem
Speedy Von Turtle / Prompt 10/6pm
Oh what Lightning speed he’s got Leaving the other animals in thought Like a flash you barely see Just a cloud of smoke or three Slow poke slow poke once was said The hare so fast he rested instead Arrogantly sure of himself He fell…
The Lazy Honeybee – hour 10
Hour 10, Prompt 10 The Lazy Honeybee The other bees grew weary of Larry droning on about his sore wing. Laden with pollen Larry refused to carry because of his wing, the other bees darted to and fro, past him lounging…
Bound Haiku, Hour Ten
Bound Spring flowers surround marriage in June’s early heat bound together now
Ana (hour 10)
Ana laid on the floor and looked into space she did not contest her space she did not whine she has lost her verve Ana ignored her master cold as a cucumber, she looked the other way she had nothing to say as she…
Hour Ten – Holy Snake
Hour Ten – Personify an animal. Switch its trait. Example: a disinterested lion, a polite gorilla, an aggressive giraffe… Holy Snake She slithered across the floor over the mat, where they sat, folded hands. Palms, which unfolded briefly to touch her, pet…
Poem 10. To Be Kind Humans and Gentle Bears
A bear greeted them gently on their wooded path would they be so kind as to share a cookie or perhaps a half a sandwich. In my head he spoke a proper British accent, but it could have been any polite whisper I suppose, being…
HOUR TEN ~ Big Sharp Pointy Teeth
BIG SHARP POINTY TEETH maybe we aren’t bunnies after all we cry, we bite, we stomp the ground we could be dangerous if pressed we have fluff but we have fangs too and no it’s not a quest for the holy grail although…
Hour 10 (Left Behind)
Didnt realize how fast the time goes Only to realize I am behind Nevertheless I will do my best. Poetry is a must. Copyright(C)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Caterpillar.
Without wings,yet it dreams of flight. Without proboscis yet nectar is always on its mind, Praying silently for transformation. How it wishes time comes for new life. Caterpillar in the tree, wondering about its dream. Days after days,here come thy wings. be out of tree…