I have been reading far too many books on poetic form by Penned In The Margins, and so have been forced to write a poem entirely made of anagrams of the prompt (except for the little joining words because I’m not completely brilliant/psychotic).
Luckily, I also have more sensible poems here from Jules Clare
Travelling from place to place
Plane, train, automobile
A Climatic emergency disgrace
Turning down the emission dial
A line is easy to define
Especially if it’s mine
Locally from Newcastle to Scotland
The Lowlands to The Highlands sublime
How will I get on in life?
Will I be in a dream?
Will I proffer a knife ?
Personal challenges unclean
Purple visions and strife
Dressed to kill in Docs
Travelling between Lisbon and Fife
Observing European Goths
And from Jo Colley – thank you, both!
The line between acceptable and unacceptable
The line between here and there
The line between what is mine and what is yours
which shifts like the line of the tide, a salt stain
on the sand, watermarked silk
The line between now and then, ungraspable
like water, like the wings of a hummingbird
Yesterday, today and tomorrow with the light
growing and shrinking on the horizon, the sky
forever an endless bowl without a single line
where we will all fall upwards into infinity