I don’t know about you, but sometimes my poems just come from random first lines that appear in my head. I’ve been through my poems and found seven that I remember writing like that. But what would you do with those first lines?
Your challenge, should you accept: pick one of these first lines and complete the poem. It has to be a rhyming poem with good rhythm, and lots of creativity.
I heard the squelch of death again
A witch flits and twists through the indigo mist
A hexagon, a hexagon, you have to be a hexagon
If I was a penny and you were a pound
I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat
Will I be there on the rocket
I sent my wish on fairy wings