My latest in the Three Line Thursday poetry contest wherein you supply thirty words (max of ten words per three lines) of poetry in response to the above photo. Here’s my entry:
grime gods, pillars to your wreckage are plentiful,
boasting with white-marbled chests cultish epitaphs,
while the murmurs from below go unheeded, like whispered dust.
We both loved this and Grace really fought for it early in the process. Deserving of an HM. Nice work
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Thank you! I think it’s the hardest comp of the week, at least the one I struggle with the most, so that’s nice to hear!
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