her Self
— long injected
with a plaque of SE shoulds
at last declined to live under
this harsh regime, these rules —
plotted an autogenous course
around the concertina wire
that pierced, that guarded
packed her clothes
covered the spy equipment
in last night’s leftover gravy
fled the compartment
with a bottle of birch water
and a pocketful of time table crumbs
Day 3 of April 2019
No prompt except something that Charley (Portofino) said that kicked this off.
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And a darn good kick off that was. Nice one.
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Another wonderful work! Glad to see you poeming this April, Jilly! Is it me, or has it been a while?
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covered the spy equipment
in last night’s leftover gravy – great!
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Hoping the time table crumbs have been treating you well, my friend. Been a while!
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