She precariously parked the supermarket cart,
watching its worn wheels
jump the concrete curb; it teetered dubiously
as if to remark–this prison is temporary.
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This poem is in response to an exercise/ challenge posted on Arcanum Cafe, at http://www.arcanumcafe.com Participants compose a four-line poem in response to a one-word prompt. In this case, the prompt was "ISLAND."
What sort of poetry magic can you create using the prompt "island" to create your own four-liner? Try NOT to use the word "Island" in your poetry--let the imagery speak for itself.
Post your poems in the comment section or in your own article. I can't wait to read your work!


Comments: 10
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If stuck on and island
I'd be there with you.
See why YOU are the writer and I am not????
LOL