Poem -
WASHING MY HANDS
This is a minute poem. It comprises 60 syllables divided into 3 verses, each of 20 syllables and each verse divided into 4 lines of 8,4,4,4 syllables.
WASHING MY HANDS
He's known this was to be His fate
Love's turned to hate.
They want Him dead
Scourge Him I said.
They see Him as a blasphemer
An arch schemer
A man to fear
His time draws near.
Claudia has tried to warn me
Please set Him free
Loud is their cry
Kill, crucify.
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Comments
Minute poems are very strict, I applaud you for the effort. It worked beautifully, Bernie.
Bernadete
Thank you Bernadette. Much appreciated as always.
Love the layout though I didn't bother counting... 😁 I love the rhyme the pace
the offhand title, how the narrator inserts himself into the 'pack' and the use of Claudia without any further explanation. Everything I personally like in a poem all here... x
Thank you Marion. Everything I personally like in a comment is right here. x