A third poem for the prompt today from Dorinda. Enjoy the kindness. 🙂
Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then get to it!
I bet you thought they would frighten me
All those white mice, nestled in an old tree
But let me tell you, how they got up there
This is a scene, most think would be rare
I heard them holler, so I came, like thunder
Buried in the snow, was a house, gone under
I had to figure out a way, to help save the mice
There wasn’t much time, I couldn’t think twice
I picked up the house, and held it in my trunk
Lifted it up to the tree, dropped it down, plunk
Straightened it, carefully, in the bend of a branch
Those little mice, still, on top…
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I love it! 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by, Sebnem. The variety of responses has been a blast. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Fantastic!
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Thanks for stopping by to read Dorinda’s poem. A fun take on the prompt. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing, Diana! Another fun prompt! ❤
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I’m loving the responses, Dorinda. And it was fun having 3 poems today. Thanks for playing!
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