My latest entry in the Three Line Thursday poetry contest. Thirty words, three lines, 10 words max each line in response to the above photo. My entry won a Honorable Mention with the following judge’s comments:
“I re-read this one a few times over because I couldn’t get enough of the clever transitions (in case you didn’t notice, the last word of each line is a homophone of the first word in the following line). But beyond that, the writing was lovely – particularly the second line. “Laying liquid flares on the past” just perfectly sums up that feeling of alcohol reigniting past memories.”
This rimmed catacomb distorts the reflection of the I,
eyes going cross-eyed laying liquid flares on the past,
passed the point of epiphanies, now only stained lips.