In an effort to keep up morale and have some craic via our Cobh Readers and Writers group pages, I created a daily writing prompt post. Just for some fun and engagement with the group and festival followers for the period of the COVID-19 crisis.
So the handy random word generator from the internet gave the following this morning.
So I said to kick it off I’d try to go first with a micro-poem!
The digital ink is still fresh.
Gaze across the painted harbour,
Far away from crying crowded piers,
Where the evanescent liner,
Breaks the sky then disappears,
Unwritten heartaches by the hundreds,
The empty tenders roll returning,
With their well-polished rails,
Such tasty work,
Nourished with linseed oil and tears.
By Ruairí de Barra