One Single Impression:Smoke
This week's One Single Impression prompt was 'Smoke.' Well, I couldn't possibly write a poem about people who smoke, because I happen to know a lot of people who do smoke, and I wouldn't want to offend them, whether or not they read my blog. But that being said, the only place, other than our car--or anyone else's car, for that matter--that I know emits smoke is a building burning down. Hehe, so then I thought, what if I used 'Burn it Down' on someone's house? That would be most ebil.
So Anyway, I came up with a Shakespearean sonnet* that used the prompt: "Smoke." I needed loads of bandages after I wrote it though. Yep, it hurt that much. lol.
Into the Smoke only for you :)
Instead of seeing the beautiful sky of blue,
Towering and towering, the clouds of smoke did grow.
I looked around; where it came from I never knew,
'Til I saw that your window was burning aglow.
Thick, black clouds of smoke covered the way to your door,
Seething into my lungs, much like the depths of hell.
I burst in the ruins, and saw your burning floor.
I went around, and your name, I soon did yell.
I covered my mouth but the smoke just wouldn't stop,
But I trudged through the fire, and I ran to your room,
And saw nothing but our picture that soon did drop
Into the searing flames and its violent fume.
I tried to run, but the smoke had swallowed me whole,
Biting, gnawing into the deepest of my soul.
Towering and towering, the clouds of smoke did grow.
I looked around; where it came from I never knew,
'Til I saw that your window was burning aglow.
Thick, black clouds of smoke covered the way to your door,
Seething into my lungs, much like the depths of hell.
I burst in the ruins, and saw your burning floor.
I went around, and your name, I soon did yell.
I covered my mouth but the smoke just wouldn't stop,
But I trudged through the fire, and I ran to your room,
And saw nothing but our picture that soon did drop
Into the searing flames and its violent fume.
I tried to run, but the smoke had swallowed me whole,
Biting, gnawing into the deepest of my soul.
*A Shakespearean sonnet is a type of sonnet that uses the pattern: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
