I was a stranger in this land
What could I expect from this tribe
Whose village was now close to hand
Would they let me pass with a bribe?
Or spit on me, stone me to death
Blame me for a recent earthquake
Now all laughing at my last breath
Never to see the next daybreak
Swallowed up in some traceless hole
On the edge of the universe
But a girl now waves, bearing bowl
For me to drink, it could be worse
Note: The twelve prompt words were quite trying to say the least! However I managed to include all of them.
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Well done on using all the words so well..
ReplyDeleteYou've used the words well, Oldegg, and told a good tale.
ReplyDeleteThis one comes out hopefully enough! The words fit seamlessly.
ReplyDeleteCaptivating narrative; made me smile with the images.
ReplyDeleteDrink - the universal panacea! Nice one OE.
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