it would be
a laugh, great fun,
with easy pickings
I didn’t want to go
it wasn’t right, I was scared
as soon as I started that fire
I ran, ending up here, watching the
sky burning, out of control, all my fault.
This is in response to ‘Sunday Picture Press’ over at Indigo Spider’s great blog. It is an Etheree poem – 10 lines, one syllable on the first line, two on the second and so on.