Untitled (Response to Writing Prompts 12.07.18)

The beach was bare
No water anywhere
When all of a sudden
The waves were hudden
The horses were clairing at the sand that was merking
The horses’ pace quickened
Sand flying from the hooves released
The horses’ bodies lifted above the clearance of the piece of ocean that was coming under hoof
Then, all of a sudden, the waves left
The horses slowed and the beach was bare

By Caroline Jones

The Fair (Response to “Writing Prompts 11/23/18”)

The streets were empty
It’s 4am
The fair is needy
It’s 5am
The people are speedy
Setting up the case of jewelry
Knowingly the candy lollipops are laid out neatly
To lollygagging on completely
The baseball caps are hung sparingly
For the fair requires unrelyingly
The shirts require your attention
For your dollar submission
The boots are shown
With great unknown
About how they were handmade to perfection
The hologram was
designed to unrealization
The purses were sewn
with pure realization
of clarification of their utilization
The fishes’ clothes were made to fit beyond personalization

The people walked to the tune of the beam of sound from the bands playing in the room

The hotdogs demand complete digestion for the fair’s satisfaction

By Caroline Jones