A poem a week for a year. |
| Pond Life The rumour drops as a pebble into the crowd and the word spreads, ripples on the pool, circles of disturbance radiating outwards, concentric rings to mar the shining surface until some resistant rock, an island adamant, absorbs the waves and sends an echo, an arcing counter to still the matter, calm restored to the whispering waters. They lap ceaselessly at the pebbled shores. Line Count: 9 Free Verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 21 Prompt: Ripples on water. |