I’m afraid today’s poem isn’t particularly cheerful (not like the previous ones were drops of sunshine either). Well, I suppose all the stress is finally catching up with me… Now then, a lune, as per today’s prompt. I wrote another couple lunes two years ago, and those have a considerably more hopeful tone to them, so check those out instead, if you’d rather read something uplifting.
(DAY 4)
The Mouse Trap
No more corners
or angles to hang onto –
just slippery circles.
Even my palms
have been rubbed smooth of
their many lines.
All the bridges
are burnt now. So why
am I here?
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 