Traversing ‘cross this ancient land
Perhaps nimbly or quite plodding
Did I die from freezing cold
An asteroid or from flooding
Was I cloaked in scales or plumage
Was meat or plant my food
Of one thing we can be certain
You’ll use my corpse for fuel
You’ll guess and guess in ignorance
Yet label with such certainty
Then mix my bones with other’s bones
And create what is not me
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Writer. Artist. I write horror primarily, but dabble in other genres here and there.
Influenced by Poe, Hawthorne, Ligotti, John Carpenter, and others.
Everyone has a story to tell.
Author of Miscellany Farrago
instagram: @theaaronmorrison
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Dialogue Poetry Challenge Winners
Hannah Moore is a first-time grand prize winner with her dialogue poem, On Receipt of Bad News. This was a poem that genuinely engaged both with the exchange of our prompt, but also focussed on the way poetic rhythms of language could support the writer's conceit. It felt very truthful, too, the way one speaker wishes to ignore the news and focus on practicalities; there was a quiet heartbreak, here. Well done.
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Hahahahahaha those last 4 lines made me laugh! Well done!