Fingers slick with sweat,
as muscles trembling,
resist tumbling.
Now full of regret.
*
Where ants down below
are falling in line,
the guilt of their crime
not yet do they know.
*
Wind whipping, gripping,
a name on its lips.
Small feet go and trip,
Gravity pulling.
*
No splash, but a smack.
A pane of dark glass
makes pain leave at last.
There’s no going back…
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My Alphabetical Poetry – Letter E
For more poetry forms starting with the letter E, click HERE.
Enclosed Rhyme
Definition
The rhyme scheme “abba” (that is, where the first and fourth lines, and the second and third lines rhyme).
Lovely rhythm to this poem, though a dark ending. Are you entering the A-Z challenge with your poems?
I didn’t realise there was one, it was just something I started ages ago and want to finish. What is the challenge?