Photo © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
One for the fire and two for the dog
Three for the witch laying still as a log
Four for the man sleeping under the bog
Five makes a pyre and six a good flog
Run carelessly, mindlessly, heedlessly, do
Seven I’ve got, and the next one’s for you
Word count: 49. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Thanks to the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Anshu for providing the photo prompt, above.
My poem/song/nursery rhyme is a little dark, but then, that’s how I’ve been writing lately. Something about being super stressed out, I’d guess. I regret that I haven’t had much time to participate in FF in a while, in part because the middle of the week is tricky with my heavy work schedule, and in part because FF is SO popular that I can’t possibly read everyone else’s submissions, which always makes me feel guilty. But I will get to as many as I can this week, and I promise that if you comment here, I will be sure to read yours as well.