The broken bridge

The Secret Keeper’s writing challenge seems to be inspiring a lot of cascade poems lately. This one uses the words:

BROKE – JUDGE – STORY – BRIDGE – LAKE

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The bridge is broken across the stream,

That winds its way to the placid lake,

Who is to judge the right or the wrong?

 

A stormy night, the messenger rides,

Too dark for ever his eye to see,

The bridge is broken across the stream.

 

The horse refuses, shies on the brink,

Rider urges, they slip in the flood

That winds its way to the placid lake.

 

The story ends, both drowned in the lake,

The message lies where the fierce pike lurks,

Who is to judge the right or the wrong?

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Microfiction challenge #18: Lost

I’ve had this painting on my list for a while, and although cheery it isn’t, there’s a good story behind it (Kat, feel free to ignore this week’s prompt) although I challenge you to write a story that is not the story of a drowned person. For one thing, if you’re drowned, it’s impossible for you to be telling us about what it was like. Think backstory, meanings, motives and reasons. Who are the people on the beach, why are they there, who are they carrying, is it a corpse, a grieving lover?

Please post your stories in the comments box before next Thursday. Despite everything, have fun 🙂

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