Hunted – Writing Prompt #167 Collage Special Edition

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Frozen here

I wait for all the

thoughts to leave,

return, and

stripped, set me afloat once more,

to guide me anew.

 

For now, I

am overwhelmed here,

engulfed by,

drowning in,

information overload.

I need rescuing

 

from my thoughts.

They sting me, wasp-like,

sharp-toothed and

ravenous

as wolves hunting for their prey.

I must go to ground.


 

Here is my entry into Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s latest collage writing prompt, where we are invited to be inspired by the collage pictured above. Why not take part?

I also decided to write my response in the style of a Shadorma, which is a particular poetry form consisting of a six line stanza with the 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable pattern. You can write as many stanzas as you like, as long as they use the same syllable pattern.

Thank you to Mindlovemisery for introducing me to this form, which I knew nothing about until I saw this page on her blog.

Warning Unheeded – dVerse Poetics

I’m getting into this dVerse thing, big time! Thank you to everyone there for the warm welcome 🙂

So, here’s my submission to the dVerse Poetics prompt – this week, we are asked to write something inspired by a time-worn phrase or saying, whether it is something from the TV, the radio, a song, an old catchphrase that we or friends, family or colleagues use – inspiration can be found anywhere.

This week, the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ has been floating around in my head. I could probably explain why, but perhaps that’s not relevant.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my piece below – please do visit the linky link thing to read many more!

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– Warning Unheeded –

‘Be careful, be careful’

the old woman said,

my youth it knew better

and I shook my head.

 

‘You’re old and you’re feeble’

I stated with scorn,

and tossed barbed-wire glances –

her face fell, forlorn.

 

I wanted the top job,

accolades in all spheres,

‘All hail the big chief’

to ring in my ears.

 

I did achieve fame,

yes, fortune was mine,

but something was missing

no love to entwine

 

in the twists and the turns

of my life, well-endowed

no face to light up

for my own, in a crowd.

 

Be careful, be careful

I’m an old woman now,

in my youth I was wrong –

it’s too late for me now.