Sunday Photo Fiction Prompt
Oh Caileach Bheur,
that froze the lock
that turns the tumbler
that fires the engine of my use:
release your deathgrip,
hoarbreath,
ice in eyes.
Lift the snowshroud
from the bone howl,
and bring back sweet Beltane.
Or, as other men may say it:
Goddammit car, just start already.
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This has been an edition of the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt and further evidence why I should not be allowed to write poetry.
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k. Rawson 
This made me smile. Very clever take on the prompt.
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Wonderful! 😊
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I love this! A completely original idea. Oh, and from a freezing and snow-covered Britain – bring back Beltane! 🙂
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Love this. And boy, is it cold outside today!
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The cry of many a hurried driver. Very nice!
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That is so good I loved it.
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The contrast between the language in the main part and the last line is perfect — and hilarious!
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Lovely poem. You chose an interesting form ” A Gaelic Prayer’ to talk about your car in Winter not starting. I liked it very much.
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Lovely response to this photo! I`ve sworn at my damn car a few times in winter as well.
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😀 Yes! Lovely Gaelic prayer!
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A well-written poetry! Nobody wants to get stuck when in a hurry. Great take!
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Oh that is brilliant. I actually laughed out loud at that last line.
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Been there! Great take on the prompt!
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