Swirling black clouds smudged the sky a sinister and foreboding sneer. The morning wore a blotchy smeared lipstick; the soldier wore warpaint and bullet holes. Rain reappeared only to peer down its nose at them all. They had reached a fork in the road, broken in half - the infantry would struggle taking the first rock littered path, the horses were ill equipped for the second boggy, marshland path.

Retreating what was left of the army from a bloody battle the general committed the men on horseback, to the rocks and the infantry on foot, to the marshes. He reapplied camouflage paint on his face and his final gravely spoken instruction reaffirmed an unsaid agreement in the minds of the men - should a single shoe or a single hoof stumble now then it would cost the lives of them all.

Hello Prose.rs

It's quite nice in here isn't it?

OK, let us introduce ourselves a bit...

We are The Chocolate Poetry Club an event platform for the writer, the reader and the super talented creature. Our event hails from South London, UK and everyone is invited. Everyone.

Although, if London seems a little far away from you then perhaps you would like to know we are moving the event around this year. (#poetsontour) We have keen ambitions for 'pop-up' poetry, spoken word, storytelling, art and culture nights to spring to life in the US (NC, NYC, SEATTLE and LA) before the end of the year!

If you think you know someone that can help us with this journey? Or perhaps you might like to take part and perform yourself?? Then we would love to hear from you, let's create something inspiring!! :)

You can find us on Facebook and Twitter via @ChocPoetryClub or you can drop us an email - ChocPoetryClub@gmail.com

In the mean time keep writing, keep supporting each other and most of all, enjoy the gifts of words right here on Prose.

Your friends in London,

The Chocolate Poetry Club. X