Death on the high seas
Dastardly –that’s me. Buccaneerfrom my headto peg legCutlass poised, victim green withfear of what will comeTime balancedon a honed knife edgedescendinglike rain toa basin. Your end is nighbroccoli, hold still
Nadine Cranenburgh
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29
Nadine said: I had a go at today’s prompt and used it to try out a new form of poem – a shardorma – which has six lines in each verse with the syllable pattern 3/5/3/3/7/5. Then I scribbled down ideas in this pattern until I had something that made sense… I had a sense of victim and murderous buccaneer and went from there.
Australian Children’s Poetry 