POEM STARTER

Write a poem centred around a sculptor and their clay.

The Wild

She looked at the clay…


What was hiding, waiting to be released?

Her hands sculpted,


Wing

Fang

Claw

Jaw


And then it was

Freed from the infinite depth of creativity-

A dragon,

Finally able to fly free.


The sculptor leaned back, satisfied. Once again, she had carved the wild.

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