Esther Newton throws out a variety of writing challenges here. Her blog is full of great stuff, tips as well as competitions you may want to enter. This week’s writing challenge was to include these words in a piece of poetry or prose
Stupidly my first effort incorporated two wrong words but, never one to take a set back as anything other than a learning experience, here is my final attempt. In sonnet form (because I love sonnets).
A Life Spared
Cold midnight is like a mask deadening time
Taking from the senses, dulling compassion.
A slight shadow moves, night’s assassin
Poised to curtail another life; no crime
This act is instinctive. Fear grips
The target, knowing its very existence
Is lightly held. No appeal; resistance
Will be futile. The chance to flee slips
As mind muddies and muscles clench. Taut,
Death’s sharpened claws reach. But they stop short;
This murder is edge-balanced so fine.
Hope competes with despair. So thin a line.
The killer’s head turns; the prey slips his tweezers.
‘Come inside son. It’s late. Have some maltesers.’