Going my own runaway way
hailed like a returning hero
yet I will not beg to differ.
You see me frozen as in flesh
still, until the glacier - imperceptible
creature of myth, awe and danger.
We broke some bottles, rules and pentagrams
up on the Western rise
so what invoked this sudden ardour?
After all, you did not even stay
to watch those visuals in verse.
For my MTB: Critique and Craft prompt “Last Year’s First Eleven”, we are writing a ‘Found’ poem from our own Jan-Nov 2023 collection. Choosing one poem from each month, and selecting the first line of the very first verse. Re-written in any date order, either as an 11 line verse or an 11 line list poem. Alterations and additions are restricted to tense, conjunctions or prepositions. Title is from the 12th month or any of the previous ones
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