Sharp is my gaze across these hills
This place doth echo in my core
Reverent it is from shore to shore Slice me away would send in chills.
Not my homeland, it never was
I came here in turbulent time
Running faceless from hated crime
Washed up and fetched out of the jaws
There is nothing I would reverse
Carved a life and made it all mine
Saved my wretched heart to be fine
Walked away from my fateful curse
12 lines written in 3 quatrains with an enveloped rhyming pattern of a.b.b.a.
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Day 8 prompt – Choose any form except free verse from http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html and write a poem in it, about or alluding to a country that isn't your own. Required words: "core", "reverse" and "slice". Forbidden words: "country", "nation", "land", "world", "earth" and "sea".
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