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 a play on Lady Macbeth’s speech from the Shakespearean play Macbeth. Losely Shakespearean Dialogue. With a tip of hat to Geoff at TanGental.
Out out damned spot
Have I scrubbed you or not.
My fingers raw and bleeding
I think some bleach is what we’re needing.
Out, out damned spot
What is this stain we’ve got
You have been through the machine twice
Do I have to do you thrice
Out, out damned spot
I am so stressed about your blot
I have had enough, so get thee to a bin
I care not if to waste is a sin
Out, out damned spot
My nerves are shot!
You may have me today
But it was you who got thrown away.
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