Today is the Poetry Marathon! If you don’t know the Poetry Marathon, I’m so sorry! It’s amazing. This will be my sixth year, although not my sixth marathon (I missed a couple…🙁).
So today, in honour of the half-marathon (I’m a lightweight — I’m only doing 12 poems in 12 hours, not the full 24 in 24!), I’m posting my poems as I write them, sans editing, fresh from the … oven? Brainpan? Heart? Where do poems come from… Another time we’ll discuss this. But today? Half-baked poems!
Here’s poem #1:
Prompt #1 Influential woman ~
Once upon a time
I had a fairy godmother.
She rescued me, but I was never
a princess. From my anger she wove
resolve. Despair became strength.
Her wings were a jet plane’s:
She rode with me to loneliness
then sent me home to heal.
Once home, I waited for her return.
Round of visage, clear of gaze,
she forged for me a lens
through which unhappiness
became only a tree branch in the road.
Once upon a time I knew a fairy
who led me through the desert
home. Sometimes I remember
but memory is like fairies ~ ephemeral
And wings are only dreams like mist
that fade in morning light. But I am home
and the music of the north country
sometimes fills the air. Like fairy wings.
Tea and Breath 