Seventy-one words…

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Key.





The poets sat in a circle.  Sebastian stood up.


I gave you the key 

You opened the door

And scattered my feelings

All over the floor


But don’t think I’m beaten

You’ve not reached your goal

Twas the key to my heart

Not the lock on my soul


He turned around and walked away.

Belinda blushed, Charlotte shuffled, Cilla stared skyward.


I think we’d better end it there!

…said Chairman Charles.





29 thoughts on “Seventy-one words…

    • Keith's Ramblings Feb 4, 2023 / 16:37

      Thanks, Ron. With 3 on the go something’s bound to wrong. Just a matter of which one did the damage!


  1. hilarymb Feb 5, 2023 / 09:46

    Hi Keith. – thrice, yet not finished … I hope he and they can find a counsellor … cheers Hilary

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  2. Bill Feb 5, 2023 / 11:21

    A cleverly conjured poem to cast a spell on the few who knew. Nicely done, Keith.

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  3. dorahak Feb 5, 2023 / 18:32

    I thought the rule is “third time lucky”. But there’s an exception to every rule. And his name is Sebastian. His poem got all the right results though! Loved every bit of this rhyme and scheme. 😭

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  4. Sunra Rainz Feb 6, 2023 / 21:00

    Goodness me, what did they do to him?! Always something fun to read here, Keith! 🙂


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