Today Magaly's prompt is to write a ...wait for it....
"Triquain Swirl" poem.
Yep, that's what my brain said too, *though it may have actually come out of my mouth*
This is a poem formed in a set pattern of syllables per line.
The pattern Mags set us is 13 lines as follows
By th time I got my head round that I didn't have time to art, so I am reusing this painting form 2 years ago.
leads to pityless pain.
Clawing , scraping, shattering cold bones.
If only the darkness of sleep would stifle it.
But sleep seems to be hiding it's face,
huddled under pillows.
Storm clouds form, billowing.
Intensifying dark energy,
Cracking air, splitting sky and bone to the marrow.
Exquisite release as thunders roles.
Driving rain and pain gone,
Sleep now comes.
I think I got all the syllables correct, but my pattern seems to have failed on line 9...
never mind lol I tired
:D Enjoy XXX