Found these few words but hit a brick wall. If anyone fancies adding a bit, feel free. Or several of you for that matter! See what comes from it?
Glass screams shatter through the cold, stone walls,
echoed by a cruel wind.
Outside the snow-blanketed ground is harsh,
it's fleecy coverlet hiding a frozen, unforgiving
quarry.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Sat 22nd Jan 2011 13:13
hi Kath-just blimped this posting-would be a pleasure to add to this brillantly started poem-off to rack my little brain and get back to you one this one-ta chuck-Stef.x
<Deleted User> (7212)
Sat 22nd Jan 2011 11:47
Stone me.
Glass screams shatter through the cold, stone walls,
echoed by a cruel wind.
Outside the snow-blanketed ground is harsh,
it's fleecy coverlet hiding a frozen, unforgiving
quarry - and it's not easy hiding a quarry.
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<Deleted User> (6895)
Sat 22nd Jan 2011 16:27
...quarry
cruel but beautiful
in its persuasiveness
imprisoning,albeit temporarily
the awaiting metamorphosis
of spring
lifting the sheeted ghost
dissipating the shrivelled air
melting the stilled
ledge and bough adorned
jewellery.
begone glare-white mornings!
away yawnings misted!