The Hospital
Desperately I looked around, but there was no one near at all. The street was quite as dead as this poor lovely little girl. She wore no information, just a sweater and a skirt I must take her to the hospital - why did I find her first?! I carried her body - cold and dead - back home and to my car, and silently I drove the drive; it wasn't very far. I carried her inside and wondered "Will they let me go? Will they ask me questions, and what is there to know?"
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a girl in a garden
a hardening heart
and a Winter's kiss
Salt in her bones
and the faltering
song of a mother's voice
resounding on stone
It's a thin tune
thin as new ice
and twice as cold
She curses the moon
ach gotta go ..."
I ask only that you write in "singsong"... It doesn't have to rhyme, although rhyming is good.
And you certainly don't have to stick with the same poem structure that I did. Do crazy things. Be creative."