Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| The fearful path My mirrored self once saw I clear and thought I spied a look of fear, as if I'd soon rest in a bier. The cause unclear, the cause unclear. I glance about. "Who shadows me? Some evil wight or dread banshee that waits to spring with dreadful glee?" No trail to see, no trail to see. No footprints show by dim torchlight, no trace of passage left or right - then leaps a black cat into sight. Gave quite a fright, gave quite a fright. Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |