#Writeclub #Poetry #Icebergs
2nd November 2020
A piece written for the online writeclub on something a little frosty, but even they have a bit of character!
They’re floating in the sea
like unseen Bazookas
Their glacial shadows casting
over the cold blue water
as the fleet of little boats
navigate around them
Birds sing out a warning to
their fisherman friends below
Careful dear friends – its squeeky bum time!
but out in the depths – the ice mountains wail
their triangular forms weighed down in discombobulation
Its lonely out here – we only want a hug!
