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 Blank Verse but as an extra it starts with ten syllables descending to one.
Curruption taints all as it spreads around.
Unleashed it cannot ever be contained.
Readily it covers its tracks
Redoubling it smears and stains
Uncaring of the truth
Politics smacks of
Tricks, back handers