Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
For the Attention of King Hades Dear Boss Been a while since our paths did cross (it’s all on file); I thought it better, in our busy days, to write a letter the old fashioned way, this being by designation my letter of resignation. So, by way of explanation, and after long contemplation, this matter of souls has worn me thin, I’m growing old can no longer grin, increasingly my clients ask about the shadows in my eyes, and the daily task gives no cheer but only sighs. Retirement beckons, few millennia remain to me my doctor reckons, and I’d like to see these aching bones in Bora Bora, not to usher home some other sainted snorer, but to lie upon the beach and catch a tan from tropic sun, some cooling cocktail in my reach, all tasks complete and races run. So pity me, my age old friend, and grant me this, a needed boon, pronounce my work at final end, let leisure take me real soon. (here’s the keeper) Yours, G. Reaper Line count: 38 Rhymed abab For The Daily Poem, September 3 2022 Prompt: Death has decided he hates his job. Write his poetic resignation. You must use at least one of the following poetic devices somewhere in your poem: alliteration, assonance or consonance. You must not use: death, dead, dying or any variations of these words. |