Hooray, hooray, it’s halfway point today!

Day fifteen – still running a day behind but problems at home so not doing too bad!

Day 15 saw us at the halfway point and asked us to write in terza rima. Once again, the form is something I find a bit challenging but I think I managed to do something approaching one:

All eyes were raised toward the evening sky
And silence sank, like dusk, upon the land.
Vast hosts of golden angels processed by,

As though entranced, the whole world watched them fly.
In every land the spectacle occurred,
But no-one ever knew the reason why

And, of it, no-one ever breathed a word.


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