It Only Takes a Minute
by cricketjeff on February 8, 2012. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The rasping sound of knife on stone,
When you’re alone,
Can raise the fear
That death is near.
So when she heard his ringing blade,
The sound she made
Was choked and small,
Who could she call?
The fear recedes without a sound,
No-one’s around;
Beneath her head
The rug’s stained red.
Author notes
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables
written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of
8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
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