Random word generator poetry

A selection of words for anyone looking for a Sunday prompt. My poem follows.

Galloping

Sun rises in the silence
like the tolling of a bell,
rolling over stricken treetops,
not golden fall but the fall
of godlike things, charred and dead.

Once, there were swamps and giant reptiles here,
now dead frogs litter the lane,
feathers drift in dry ditches
where cats crouch,
their eyes narrow slits, distant.

The story fills a thousand books,
how it was, is now and will be.
Fish still glint in dwindling pools,
too many float in the liquid heat.

Soon the rifles will sound again,
the cracks in the armour widen,
and I fear we will follow the echoes
of the last flying hooves.

Standing on the edge of this moment
with the internal clamour
of jangled connections
I search the trees, oaks still green.
Blackbirds.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

29 thoughts on “Random word generator poetry”

    1. I like this painting too. On the face of it, it’s peaceful, but there is a bit of black in it, and those wisps of white make me think of smoke.

      I don’t post everything either. There are poems I keep for me, just because. Maybe I’ll get around to making another booklet one day.

      1. Yes, you’re right. But the smoke could be peaceful or not, too.

        Yes, there are definitely poems I don’t post because I want to submit them or save them for something else. Not this one though, I don’t think. 😏

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