Winter Festival
| I feel safe here | among footprint clouds | |
| where the lanterns spiral | a wind trodden sky | |
| walking flames and | all that is blown | |
| in smoke’s waver | is not undone | |
| the shadows of children | our little heads | |
| shape my life | curving as the moon | |
| dark on dark | vestigial beauty |
Inspired by Misky
Out of the Cave 
Nice one. Did you use columns? I can’t seem to keep the formatting fixed so everything roams about willy-nilly. I think the left side is my favourite.
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Yes. I tried creating columns in a word document and copying them across but they just disappeared and WP rearranged my lines into a vertical format. So then I used the table format on WP. I had to justify the lines manually. And they did behave oddly at times.
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It reads just as good down each column and I also enjoyed reading across from right to left
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Thanks!! So glad it worked!
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This is so strangely beautiful. I’ve only seen a couple of poems in this format, and just recently, so it’s new to me, but there’s something so oddly appealing. 🙂
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Thanks Mike. I must admit I struggle with reading them. My eyes are as indecisive as the rest of me which makes the choice of trails tricky. But it was interesting trying to write one. Many many thanks for your lovely comment
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This is a great form well executed. The pieces can fit together in so many ways.
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Thank you!
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