This week's Zelda's Inferno exercise was the "poetry obstacle course":
an empty bottle holds space, like the empty arms of one whose lover is gone
fire pulls in air from all sides and then pushes it upward
the river shapes its bed;
the riverbed shapes the river
books press the life out of words;
the reader breathes them back in
the waitress brought me coffee like a valkyrie taking me to Valhalla
seconds move by in a way that could be called "ticking" except that they were silent
oil and water still didn't mix
so he added an emulsifier
he pulled the planet toward him