Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Erica Writes Poetry: Getting Iambic Up In Here

The Walk

I walked along the field at night

The silence touched my icy arms

Like fingers with no warmth or source

Grass slid against my jeans, dew soaked

Stars glimmered, cold and far away

But I didn't want to go home


  1. I like the flow of it. (Though I think I might have ended with simply "I din't want to go.")

    1. Thank you! I wrote this for my poetry class. A few said I should have made it longer, but writing to any kind of meter is hard enough for me in a short poem!