Boots, or: Hoots

A Limerick

Pa couldn't find his hiking boots
But hearing the kids' snorts and hoots,
He searched with lips pursed,
Expecting the worst,
And found them full of soil and roots.

‘What do you see’ Prompt #167

For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this photo of an old pair of boots sitting on a cut tree trunk. Some green ferns are growing out of the boots.

The image was created by Yana Tes (Unsplash).

We are to use this image as inspiration to produce art.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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