Poem Sketches - April 2017

POEM SKETCHES FROM PROMPTS, APRIL 2017

You reach out to climb.

But instead of a ladder,

This time it's a snake.

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Limbs covered with scales

Writhing vertebrae and tongues

A tree house for snakes

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A chain made of paper

An encouraging word

A swamp's stinking vapour

A cat's crusty turd

Many things won't hold water

I suppose it's just fate

The promise of a liar

Doesn't hold much weight