Escape – A Tanka

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Hectic lives forged in

An urban cacophony,

The clamour and din;

We all need a tranquil space

To let peace and quiet in.

 

Emma H, age 26, 19/10/2017

 


A tanka for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge: “Quiet” & “Space”. Thanks Colleen for the prompt! To take part, you can follow the link below:

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge: Quiet & Space

It also conveniently fits today’s Daily Prompt!

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Hideout

Happy Throwback Thursday, everyone! Today, I’m reposting the first poem I wrote as a response to the Daily Prompt, back in February. It depicts the way music and peaceful me-time can provide an escape to the boredom and stress of daily life. Oft needed, I must say! Hope you enjoy 🙂

In Emma World

via Daily Prompt: Hideout

These walls are invisible,

A hideout of the mind,

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The Trees Have Eyes – #writephoto

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Joss tears through the bramble and bracken, ignoring the prickling thorns and nettle stings plaguing her bare legs and feet. The stony walls of the gorge bear down on her, intimidating, threatening, her only escape route carved out between them. She could attempt to scale them, but her time is too short. Her chocolate hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, legs screaming, throat burning. She pauses a second to gulp down air for her parched lungs, leaning on the cliff beside her, leaving a sanguine handprint on the rockface. But then she hears the faint clamour behind her, the collective rage of The Cult swelling to a distant roar. She forces her aching limbs and bloodied feet to keep running.

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