The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
dead pines penance mourns folk glimmer graveyard remorse ghostly fragments lover shadowy
The Watcher
The crab looked at him
From the shadowy, glimmering pool.
The faint movement of the eyes,
Showing it was not dead, just still,
Just watching carefully.
He continued along the beach,
The cold, ghostly eyes watched
Him depart, showing neither pleasure
Nor remorse. Passive relief.
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The tide had burdened the shore
With a graveyard of plastic.
Like a lover scorned,
The sea returned our gifts.
I wonder, he thought,
Whether the planet mourns?
Whether it pines for the times
When folk still cared for it?
Before we fragmented.
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Back in the rock pool—
Displaying patience, not penance,
The crab watched.
And waited.
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