Free verse № 150827
Her Mitts
My mitts are hermits, their land is each hand,
knitted, well fitted, bold in the cold.
A hand's haven between action,
brings warmth and satisfaction.
Comfortable within my skin,
I'll remove my mittens for my kin.
My hands may brave the Winter's groan,
for the friend without mitts of her own.
26 comments
I felt the second paragraph was weak.
I should work on it, a punch to the colon's far too violent for a pair of soft fluffy mitts.
Thanks : )
and say 'mitts of her own'.
take out the of and the last two lines match up, 8 and 8.
The internal rhymes of Verse 1 are nice.
And be prepared for people to read 'My hands brave the Winter's groin'.
da-DA da-DA-da, da-DA da-da-DA
DA-da, da-DA-da, DA-da-da DA
Does that make it any clearer?
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Incidentally, a boy in my class at primary school enjoyed scratching the other boys and making them cry. As both punishment and preventative measure, he was forced to wear mittens.
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