Writer's MightA Poem by John CiarmelloWriter’s Might
Buried behind this sandy knoll petrified nails clutch a tattered scroll. The paper cracks beneath his grip a wince, a glance the stench of crypt. Featured in this ancient scroll; a script? a poem? a captured soul? Hearts then mourned with shoulders dipped; his thoughts, his truths his words once lipped. Frayed cloth drapes his porous blades. His words, his deliverance now... escapades. Buried behind this sandy knoll his petrified nails...his tattered scroll. A glance, a grip of his grayish-white. Still prose in hand is this writer’s might? © 2018 John CiarmelloReviews
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12 Reviews Added on February 23, 2018 Last Updated on February 23, 2018 AuthorJohn CiarmelloNYAboutI'm a 58 year old enthusiastic writer of short story and Children's rhyme. I love to try all types of writing. I love the challenge of flash fiction. I'm not sure I have a novel in me though! We shall.. more..Writing
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