Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt almost wrote the poem by itself. That’s perhaps the best thing about prompts: they somehow tap in to images/ experiences/ memories et al that otherwise might remain subterranean. Here’s the prompt:
“Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship….What do you see? What’s going on?”
And here’s the poem:
Daddy’s swimming pool ~
He bricked the two entries, our Daddy
He had promised us a swimming pool
The walls & floor of the small indoor
terrace were tiled in green
But did that make it waterproof?
My father was not maintenance-literate
(his material of choice was duct tape)
Still, in time’s rear view window
four girls splash water at each other
in the comfort of an indoor ‘pool’
crafted carefully from love
architected by a duct tape heart.
Tea and Breath 