waiting until sunrise, shivering through last winter's twilight, quivering ... speaks |
| A hatchling... waiting until sunrise, shivering through winter's last twilight, quivering as his first word spoken sets the world on fire, his thoughts that rage now torching the bright green hills of home; then the next word, whispered soft as glass, pumps his heart, lifting wings to sing melodic memories of ancient myths, he — keens a descant, croons the harmony, warns that this — this too shall pass; hidden, we must plan our escape, before his breath turns all to cinders, steam and ash. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.69] (23.august.2022) 80 words, 16 lines like π 3.141592653589793. The 3.14159... becomes 6/3/6/3/6/9/3/6/6/3/12/9/12/12/3 to help establish a rhythm. This is an earlier version showing Pi lines, words and syllables ▶︎ |