In response to Secretkeeper’s writing challenge # 142, to use the 5 prompt words below in a poem or fiction.
PLAY|CITY|RANT|GRASS|WATER
In the canvas of a molten mirror
the livid sun blazes like an inferno
reflecting on the city, with its intense ire
the green grass and blue water, all dry
under its harsh umbrage.
The mute trees stand still
thirsty birds circle under its canopy
the cicada’s rant echoes, as the mercury soars
sweaty humid brows drip into a rill
children indulge in indolent play indoors.
Scorched souls with sunburned faces
wait for the summer to wane
their imploring eyes fervently look up
for some wisps of grey clouds
to shower some pearly white gems!
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