So today we started our Rotation Curation of the WeAreManc Twitter account. Get over there and see what we’re up to this week.
Here is a poem. The prompt is to write a riddle poem.
They move in threes yet rest in twos.
Cleanse as they cleanse, dry as they dry
yet get wet when they wet.
They lie flat when stood up yet
never fall down whilst unstable. Sits high
when it lowers. It has a writer who’s
unsure how to write riddles,
keeping both himself and the reader guessing.
It likes to move between pronouns
he she and it, it has ups and downs,
and they are never distressing
yet the clues all stack up at is whittles.
A Vale Of Night In Jacksville.
A man who is not you
Stands on a stage
With a microphone,
Telling you what he loves the most.
He demands the attention
Of the faces,
Flickering in the glow of phones.
He blasts the fans who watch
Instant memories replayed milliseconds
After the fact.
A man who is not you repeats
‘Music is sacred’
And repeats it three more times.