Welcome all.
I know this is a difficult, even overwhelming time for many of us,
especially when it comes to writing. I offer the 55 as an aid to composition, as a celebration of times gone by, and for my own spur to write, and I have no expectations of anyone but myself, so if you wish to participate, that is great, but if words do not come, not even 55, I understand that as well.
The rules are as always:
write a poem, prose poem or piece of flash fiction on any subject in exactly 55 words, no more, no less. Post the link to your entry in the comments, and I will be by to read and comment on what you have written.
Having a kickass weekend is not obligatory, but always advised.
The prompt will be live from midnight Thursday til Sunday at 4:00 PM.
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My 55:
War Of A Thousand Battles
Here's the war
of a thousand battles,
a hundred years,
war of roses
and dust.
Fight to standstill
ten dozen champions;
sometimes a win
if winning is
fighting again,
sometimes a loss;
but always on guard in
the bloody brawl
til old soldiers
throw down the gun
and wait for
the last wave to come.
June 2020
Images: Head of an Old Peasant, 1874, by Ivan Kramskoy Fair Use
The Night Guard, by Odd Nerdrum Fair Use
