I was rather bored at work today so I decided to try and write a poem with the same structure as ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost.
This is the best I could come up with. I might use it in a longer piece at some point.
Our house is vast and filled with lies,
Whispered voices and heavy sighs,
There is no space for humans here;
Our house a face, its windows eyes.
Blue lights that flash, the sirens blare,
The neighbours huddle, and point, and stare,
Hushed rumours of the great disgrace
That you and I are forced to share.
You say you want to leave this place,
Vexation etched upon your face.
“I’ll plummet from the tallest wall!”
You run upstairs and I give chase.
On misted glass I see you scrawl
Your diatribe against us all,
No warning comes before the fall,
Not warning comes before the fall.
