Prompt: Write a four stanza poem using the words scolding, tomatoes, free and onyx and the last word of each stanza.
Source: My creative writing class.
Response:
The clock chimes
in ascending scales
that crawl upward in pitch,
screeching and scolding
the time piece's
yowl breaks through
your ears, into your mind, leaving
red, mashed splatters like thrown tomatoes
on the sidewalks
of street performers' homes,
where is practiced the ancient
art of revelry, where life is torn free
of the constraints
laid down, by pieces of time
in their ear-splitting tirades
meted out by pendulums of onyx.
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