August
A poem and a prompt
Published in
Aug 31, 2022
August was a month made of error
Where right was made wrong
It was a darkness which deafened
And a night time so long
Oh so long
That it might never end
For in the garden of slumber
There were thistles to tend.
This Poem was in response to a prompt (August) by Sadie Seroxcat for Rainbow Salad. (I should mention, in my part of the world August is quite the heart of winter.)
