Burning Sky

The result of a journal prompt

I’ve begun keeping a journal of just random prompts that I’ve found on Pinterest, and this morning I chose the prompt: ‘Write a poem in which the last word of one line becomes the first word of the next’.

This is what I came up with:

Burning Sky

Rachel M. East

A once beautiful sky,

Sky now caught a flame.

Flames that are orange.

Orange overpowers the rain.

Raining down ash,

Ash clogs in my throat.

Throats scream for help,

Help sends a note.

Note says, ‘it’s over.

Over and done.

Done is the Earth;

Earth burned by the sun.

Sun is too strong.’

Strong smoke clouds my lungs.

Lungs have no more breath,

Breath all used up in a song.

Songs sung all about;

About mourning times.

Time seems to slow

Slowly burning the sky.