Rime…

Twisted spires of algific splendour,

Ascending, encapsulating the heart.

Twinkling beauty of icilic quantity,

Fracturing the power of solicitude; regard.

 

Prodigious courtyards of splintering fragility,

Confining  the outreach of tenderness and care.

Fluted corridors of magical luminousity,

Riming bosom, constricted, straitened.

 

 

Thawing hearts of darkness quenched.

Desecrated splendour submerged, retrieved.

Heart of tender, endearing attitude:

Falling spires, debility, deceased.

 

(Please do not copy or reproduce this poem without permission)

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There is a new writing competition, on the theme of ‘Fear’:

The piece may follow any format, however it must consist of less than 500 words.

 

To enter, please send me your work using the ‘Contact’ section, or email me at:

uponthehearth@gmail.com

 

The closing date for the competition is the 10th of March.

 

Thank you for taking part!

 

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