Stacey Brackley Poet Quatrain

Take Your Bow

Run, run, run
Is all I hear
Speak to me.
Whisper in my ear.

Looking over my shoulder
Nothing there to see
Hit the door
But I have no key.

Locked out or locked in.
Either way no way to escape
All my demons 
Takeing all these shapes.

Consider it yours
Consider me done
Take your prize,
Now youv'e won
 
Settle the sea
Calm the crooks
Raise the house 
They shall read this in every book

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Richard Palmer May 21, 2012 at 7:05 AM Take your bow,Stacey,nice Stacey Brackley May 21, 2012 at 7:27 AM Thank you vert much... Stacey

Keith Bickerstaffe May 21, 2012 at 6:05 AM Very carefully thought out... I would call it a QUATRAIN, (4-line verses.) Well rhymed, with a pleasing cadence. BRAVO, Stacey! Best wishes, Keith Stacey Brackley May 21, 2012 at 6:13 AM I really don'y know any peorty terminolgy- they don't tend to teach you that side of of it in schools, so thank you. Stacey

Anthony Nutter May 21, 2012 at 5:08 AM Sad indeed, sense the futility Stacey Brackley May 21, 2012 at 6:12 AM Thank you for taking the time to read it... Stacey