An Etheree poem (10 line poem, one syllable on line 1, two syllables on line 2, and so on) for ‘Poetry Jam’. The challenge was to write something about you that may have caused you grief – in my case it is my name.
what they had done,
an ordinary name
they thought and so did I
then he became a legend,
my name on the lips of millions
then, pure magic, cut off in its prime
I still have the name but I’ll never moonwalk.