Magic Carpet

Rhyming Poems

Rhyming Poems

 

On a carpet design depicting all time
with detail so fine it escapes the eye,

and colours so bright, the surface shines,
but as years go by the carpet fades.

Although the patterns are defined
each fibre, over time, decays.

I think for now we may be safe,
this material can hold our weight.

Without due care we’ll drift apart
on a magic carpet ripped in half.

 

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Photograph by Superfamous

 

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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