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.”
My entry:
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.
