The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…

You play with me Around the house In the bushes In the garden You chase me Like a treasure I‘m your treasure It is happiness In its best memories We are innocent And playful You chase me And I laugh When you try to kiss…

This prompt was a little complicated (aka challenging, but challenging can be good). Write 10 lines of a narrative poem. Add 10 more lines (not just at the end). Then remove 8. I didn’t exactly stick to the ‘rules’. I ‘wrote’ two poems of 10…