Group Poem 4

Add one to three lines to this poem. I will link to you in this post and note what part you contributed.



Slither by PWB poets

Darting through dark shadows

it came swift and silent
true of purpose, sad of intent,
a lost river looking for a dark island.


Mouth calling out through the rushes,
breath catching through the stones,
chasing and branching out, fingers reaching


out for some badboy scheme,
a blessed,holy prayer.


With a sigh, it paused
and gently sniffed the night air,
then quietly slithered on

cold and satin
turning in upon itself
easing on, uncaring.

Looking for a victim;
Trying to sense it's dinner. ...


Proceed with care,
or it may be

you

First line by Sara

Lines 2, 3, 4 by Crimsonflaw

Lines 5, 6, 7, by Rax

Lines 8 and 9 by Kim

Lines 10, 11, 12 by Lioness

Lines 13, 14, 15 by Rob Kistner

Lines 16 and 17 by markbnj

Lines 17, 18, and 19 by Kilroy

Thanks to all the poets who contributed to this piece!

Your Blog Manager,

Sara