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!
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.