Month: Apr 2017
Bricked There was bricklayer from Surrey who mistook ice cream flurry for mortar, and as the sun shone and he talked on his phone, the mortar melted in a hurry. dVerse Does Limericks
Rained Down The rain settled. Washed the soot. The stones. And a robin’s egg on the ground.
Writing prompts every Tuesday: Twiglet #18
Written for Poetic Asides April PAD 2017: American Sentences