Some More Prompts

20:33 Sunday 20 Dec

What is the opposite of Jigsaw?

Peaches, a scattering of nuts

A ticket to Boris Johnson’s Ball

A rub and a pull

Fishermen arc-ing home

I think she was about to smile, but died

Spiders in my eyes at three o’clock

No, I didn’t mean that

The bloody innards of the clock

The evening spread out like a meal

Some old half-Dockland streets

Random acts of meanness

I decided to build a wall

Home, the football on TV

There’s rain, there’s storms, then this

Please suffer quietly

Sin-cline, anti-cline, sedimentation

The pale living; the darker dead

Perhaps in January

There is a snake on the verandah

I have never looked forward to being here

The way she licked her fingers

We stopped in the square for coffee

The scythe does not consider the grass

Accelerator, Brake, Clutch

My shadow won’t come out with me at night

Poetry where the words vibrate