Packmule
In the age of eggshells, it pays
to be acquainted with decay,
which moves slow among
yet slower travellers.
Along Hairsbreadth Trail,
the sky drops frogs today,
the prophecies of ice and fire
disgraced by the red of rain.
The preface to avalanche is patter,
its amphibian quickening,
and he who says the soul
seeks calm speaks fiction.
The soul belongs to panic
when the lightning begins
lightninging; its holds tight
as a twin when the rain nails
its lubricious body to the tail
of the packmule carrying you.
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Prompt words used: eggshells, nails, lubricious, panic, red, patter, fiction, decay, frogs
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Nicely done. Your storm of frogs and "red of rain" evokes the ten plagues in Exodus...in fact this entire poem reminds me of that final flight out of Egypt. I enjoyed the read.
My favorite line is "The preface to avalanche is patter..." and I like how it sticks out furthest on the end of the poem!
I like those Fortean frogs. And lightninging. nginging. yep.
"the sky drops frogs today,
the prophecies of ice and fire"
I like those two lines. This is very well done. Thanks for sharing.
The preface to avalanche is patter,
its amphibian quickening
Oh man, I love this! One of my favorites today, great work.
Oh well,people riding around on
donkies in the rain carrying eggs
in wet purses shouldn't really complain about decay!What do you expect?
Ohhhh, this combination sings to me!
>>> The preface to avalanche is patter, its amphibian quickening <<<
THANK YOU!
Thanks for reading. This was a weird selection of words, and I didn't think I'd try it.
'it holds tight as a twin' is an amazingly wonderful description. I enjoyed this greatly!
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