Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says: This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word keep, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.
Spooky ghosts on Halloween to scare the pants off girls and boys. Lots of candy make tummies ache Candy, candy but no toys. If you dare to walk alone down dark streets in the night I give you credit for not being scared, not running off, no fight. But those of you who are too weak to play these evil games, remember that the devil will never forget your names!
As I walk along I see the broken twigs across this leaf covered path. This path used to guide a dirt bike, whether through dry dirt or soft mud, winding up into the trees, circling back down, and ending at the edge of the yard.
Now the path is covered. It has not been disturbed in months. It will never be ridden through again, no dirt bike to crush the sticks and leaves underneath. This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence, that leaves a path to settle forever.