As The Sirens Scream
February Poppy Prompt Entry
As the sirens scream,
A windchime permeates their deafening cry.
The blue lights beckon closer, a rising tide,
What once seemed solid, now a mere sandcastle, trapped, awaiting it’s erosion as the pair collide.
A sharp breathe in, the cold air feels thin,
Imagining postcards on bare grey walls, postcards of places you’ve never been.
A slow exhale,
The world fades away,
A swift movement to un-cock hammers the final coffin nail.
As the sirens scream,
A final rush of adrenaline makes a river where was a bloodstream.
This life shall not end inside a cage,
A defending bang, finality for the wild-eyed, who chose over bending to stiffen inside the grave.
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This is an entry for Poppy's Prompts #2, attempting to use all 5 of the word prompts in the same poem. (Sirens, Wind Chimes, Sandcastles, Postcard, Grave.) You can find a link to the challenge embedded below.
About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I can often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair and throwing car batteries into the ocean.
Comments (5)
I am hopeless at prompts like this. The words feel shoehorned in, every time. You made it look easy. 👍
Nicely done!
So well done!! "Imagining postcards on bare grey walls, postcards of places you’ve never been." Wow that's amazing!! "A final rush of adrenaline makes a river where was a bloodstream." Incredible line!!
Brilliant use of all those five words! Very well done! Loved your poem!
Well done using all five prompts!