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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (233) - The Precipice

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Apr 2, 2013.

    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Thirty Three

    We're a touch late this week. Honestly, it's because the bank holidays messed with my internal clock. Sorry!

    The Rules
    • All entries must be on the set theme.
    • Only one entry per member.
    • No editing of entries once posted without my express permission (i.e. PM me and ask).
    • Poems must be titled
    • Entries must not have previously posted on the forums, and are not permitted to be posted for critique until AFTER the contest is completed.
    • Any violation of these rules will result in disqualification of entries, and possibly infraction.

    The entry stage will be open for six days, closing on Monday 8th April 2013.

    The voting stage will begin immediately and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 11th April 2013.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of molark) The Precipice

    The next (234th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Nee): Nocturnes by the Sea and it will be opened on Monday 8th April 2013.

    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing.


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
  2. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Fissure and Rise

    Fissure and Rise

    Cloven stride...
    Pounding. Bounding.
    Ground fumbling.
    A trickle of pebbles,
    A flurry of snow.
    Shimmering hide,
    Into the mist.
    Into the night.
    She does go...
    Across the precipice.
    For the farthest ridge.
    At her back, a covetous raging call.
    A horn of a dragon,
    Bloodied and dead.
    Raised to lips of red.
    A call. A call.
    A furious, resounding hunting cry.
    Slaving greed. Lethal intent.
    Upon her trail,
    The hell hounds, set.
    On and on and on.
    She goes...silver horn leading.
    Or upon her carcass the hounds will soon be feeding.

    A creak. A crack.
    A pop. A buckle.
    Another volley, blind in the night.
    Slices deep, slices clean.
    Fire. Fire.
    Burning bright.
    In the glow of the flaming arrow.
    Beneath the hell fire's ominous glow.
    She sees a crack.
    A fissure in the snow.
    The hail of arrows breached the ice pack.
    Aerial dancer, swift and light,
    On and on and on.
    Feeling along.
    Running with care.
    Behind her rises an unholy noise.
    Of hell hounds, demon spawn, and trolls' toys.
    O’er the ridges and off the stones.
    Onto the snow bridge, coursing down.
    Hell horn ringing.

    There was no stilling, slowing down.
    The gluttonous pack pressing hard.
    A snow pack growing weaker with each passing yard.
    Dancer's stride holding tight.
    Fleetfoot, she of femurs, swift and light.
    'Cross the fading bridge and swelling noise.
    Another volley of the trolls' toys.
    Zinging passed her flickering ears.
    A drop of silver blood.
    A single glimmering tear.

    The crimson voice of the dragon's horn.
    A cry to bring down the Unicorn.
    A horrid, bloody ringing.
    It was the last straw.
    It sent the snows....the stones.
    Tumbling. Crumbling... Pounding down.
    On fleet feet.
    Rushing down.
    From the rear,
    From the flanks,
    It comes that thunderous,
    Deadly roaring sound.

    A wave, a torrent,
    Of snow and ice.
    Boulders and pebbles broken free.
    Snow rushing down.
    Fracturing the bridge.
    Churning against the scree.
    A wall of white.
    A wave of red.

    Those of the darkest reaches...
    Death comes crashing down upon their heads.
    Hell hounds bay in mortal fear.
    Knowing. Knowing.
    Their end is near.
    One foot...skidding.
    Two feet...plunging.
    Three feet...trembling.
    Four feet...stumbling.
    A scream of terror.
    A silenced dragon's horn.
    Into the depths of the chasm,
    O'er the precipice....
    Plunge the hunters of the Unicorn.

    A massive gash, miles wide.
    Scars the mountain.
    Turns the tide...
    Down. Down. Down.
    Into the bowels of the world...
    They are recalled.
    Up above...something moves.
    With the avalanche, she did not fall.

    One foot...holding.
    Two feet...reaching.
    Three feet...pressing.
    Four feet...leaping.
    Out. Out. Out.
    Of the gale,
    The blinding, stinging snow.
    Up from the very jaws of death she does go.
    One foot...touching.
    Two feet...gathered.
    Three feet...bound.
    Four feet...flying.
    Up. Up. Up.
    From the chasm,
    Away from the shadows.
    Onto the final peak.
    'Cross the last rise...
  3. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
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    SW Florida
    Mt. Imhotep

    Footprints leading step by step
    High to the peaks of Mt. Imhotep
    That zenith place among the clouds
    Taking me up from the ground

    Like water desert plants have found…

    Surviving the elements, surely I go
    The sun, the grass, the swamp, the snow
    I set myself a steady pace
    For I am the only one to race

    Running to this zenith place…

    Just when I feel I’ve lost my way
    I’ve made it by the end of day
    To look up at the precipice
    Falling back into my own abyss

    Knowing nothing more than this…
  4. squishytheduck

    squishytheduck Senior Member

    Mar 6, 2013
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    Boston, MA
    I Will Follow You Into The Dark

    So they dropped a penny into the canyon
    And crouched at the edge to watch it fall
    Until they could no longer see it, and then
    Heard no echo of its landing at all.

    "Let's go back," said the girl, "it's too far down.
    We don't even know if there's a bottom."
    The boy shook his head. "We can't turn around
    Now, not for how far we have come.

    "We can't be afraid anymore, my dear,
    I want to find out where this goes.
    Give me your hand, your smile, your mind, your laughter."
    And he kissed her softly on the nose.

    She looked down from the cliff reluctantly.
    "But I feel like I have been here before.
    Then, I had no doubt, no fear of this leap
    When I should have, that much I know for sure."

    "Well that must have been a different place
    Because this precipice is newly formed.
    Our jump will be unique to this rock face.
    You're alive now and you'll surely endure

    Another fall. Maybe this one will hurt
    Us both badly, or maybe we will land
    In a cozy spot deep within the earth.
    I want to find out, babe. We're worth that chance."

    He held out his hand with an open palm
    And smiled at the girl, who hesitated
    But at last took his grasp, hard and solemn.
    She held her breath, closed her eyes and waited

    For the boy to count down from ten.
    Then the both leapt into the darkness, and
    No one ever saw them again.
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