August Stanza 7

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is an Ottava Rima

Tears streaming down her beautiful face she smiled

Taking his hand in hers she kissed it gently.

He wiped away the tracks that, her face defiled.

At once she felt the urgencey of fear flee

Caution to the wind as their passion went wild.

Their joyous endeavours echoed round the lee.

Those that sought to find them were soon alerted.

They cut them down mid act and left them for dead.