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Writing 201: Poetry, Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe

Fallen

The tallest man in all the world
He raised us to the sky
The bravest man in all the world
With wit so sharp and wry

But charm and lies are each a face
A gold coin has to bear
But charm and lies, they turn to ash
Carried in foul air

The cruellest man in all the world
He smashed her on the floor
The coldest man in all the world
Our hero nevermore.

 

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day Seven — Fingers, Prose, Assonance

My fingers linger and twist the ring – I used to sing but no, not any more. The lyrics trip and stick in my windpipe til I barely remember them.

But eyes and lies sparkle until thighs do part and what was will be sung again. A new refrain. And fingers will linger til nothing but bruises remain.