[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]
At Near Mudnight - A Fold
Riding at super speed, at near midnight,
Tree silhouettes stayed their stance,
I saw a moon oh so bright,
I wanted to just have it for myself,
You should hear my gallop at near midnight,
Of what, i have no idea,
My trusty steed took a fright,
There before us, the grim reaper grinned,
Said i at this time of night,
Get thee hence! still, he did swipe,
Off rolled my poor head, at near midnight.
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Oh dear! Poor rider! Thank you for writing to the prompt, Gillena. 💙
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A lovely story-poem - Jae
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That was sad turn of events the rider and the plight.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your apprecistion Truedessa
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Oh dear, not so good losing your head like that!! A wonderful story though.
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Love the idea of having the moon all to oneself.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your apprecistion Reena
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Great POV to be that of the rider itself... I can understand he wants to go on with poor head in hand
ReplyDeleteThanks for your apprecistion Björn
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That was a fun fold, Gillena! What a way to lose your head!
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