#1078863 added October 24, 2024 at 3:14pm Restrictions: None
Deserters
Deserters
What, leaving so soon?
red on black sign exclaims,
perhaps indignantly;
the theatre dark but vivid,
still breathing with the crowd.
No truck with furtive leavers here,
ducked down and sneaking through,
yet trailed by muttered protest:
“Hey, mind my foot!”
and shameful pleas for pardon.
Line count: 10
Free verse
For The Daily Poem, 10.24.24
Prompt: As per illustration.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 12:09am on Nov 27, 2024 via server WEBX1.