The Reapers’ QueueOne stood to claim, but none could close –his breath a thread too thin to hold.They passed the name from scythe to claws,from cloak to bone, from reach to held.The bell had …| Musings from a Stonehead
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here’s the ‘tld…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱