Sunday, 25 November 2012

The Mag: Trashed










In this room
no restraint,
what went on here
blistered paint.
We rucked the carpet,
broke the glass,
pushed the bounds
beyond a pass.
In the land
that time forgot,
a seat of learning
glows red hot.

© Martin Hodges

12 comments:

  1. Very - very - cleverly and inventively written.

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  2. Very witty write I thought and a great take on the prompt!

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  3. This is GREAT! Very descriptive and powerful... The prompt took me to a similar but darker place...

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  4. ah yes the seat of learning does glow and burn red hot!

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  5. the furious explorations of time passed...very well done sir.

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  6. You got that right ... red hot!!!! Love this poem.

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  7. ...a seat of learning... what a great thought... and your poem just sounds so good to read again and again...

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  8. Oh, this strikes me a s dynamite. I love it, a perfect little verse. Bravo!

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  9. Thank you, one and all, for your kind comments.

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  10. So simple, yet so effective. Hodges at his best.

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  11. Excellent...the chair really does look like it's red hot...

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