HELP!
Balanced on the end of a twig,
raging river below,
tree canopy above,
can’t climb back,
mustn’t fall down.
halfway between:
earth and sky,
falling and stuck,
alive and dead.
need nerves of steel,
a sharp brain,
monkey muscles.
this boy buccaneer
should have eaten
that basin of spinach,
broccoli and seaweed,
or he should never
have followed
his fog-brained idea
to climb this tree
in the first place.
Glenys Eskdale
- Submitted in response to Prompt #29

Great use of the prompt Glenys. I really enjoyed your poem.
How clever of you to put all chosen words into such a well-written poem! Good on you!