I stepped out into air like smoked mint,
Crisp, slightly kindled from fire already burning,
together we stack, clack stovelengths, pack, clack tight
strained and strong we stack, clack, pack clack tight
helping, handing, chuckling and chucking we all pitch in. . .
3 comments:
I love the image of smoked mint! And am always jealous by the amazing poets that slice! Thanks for sharing your words today!
Love the sounds in your poem! And those final four words . . . we all pitch in. Betsy call inspired me to write a poem too. I posted it on Poetry Friday last week.
Oops - Betsy's call...Every time I try to follow Linda's advice to write fast, I goof up.
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