Calm Serengeti waterhole
Returns its zebra and their foals.
On liquid edge she quenches life,
Collective nerves haunting her mind. . .
On riverbed he takes his time
Demanding dark ancestral rights.
Inching closer his eyes now grow,
Lashing, thrashing time drips so slow:
Each tick ticks ice as death ignites.
I like that it’s a combination of two forms which works beautifully together. Also the ending line is smartly powerful! Being a statement of its own, that could be used alone like a quote or something, is actually the c rhyme.
So very well written!
7 months ago
by Keira Pickard
Very clever and well rhymed. It's a new form of poetry for me: I'd heard of them, but didn't really know what it was! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Great title as well :)