Poetry Marathon: final poem! (#12) ~ use line from a book (where everything is music)
Piecemeal So many of my friends even my family want labels. Want each part of me divided parsed into neatly organised boxes drawers shelves folders trashcans My hands should go into that grey box marked in black letters worker My ears should go into a piano bench tagged with a sticky note where everything is music My … Continue reading Poetry Marathon: final poem! (#12) ~ use line from a book (where everything is music)
poetry marathon, prompt #11: country
in the country of belief In the country of belief old women read cards draw them from pouches embroidered with bronze and gold offer ways to light the dark **************************** I lost two cities, lovely ones tight streets unfolding to the eye. Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout and the ports … Continue reading poetry marathon, prompt #11: country
poetry marathon prompt #10: poem in response to ‘moonshadow’
“And if my colours all run dry…” I’m being followed by a plague doctor plague doctor plague doctor Fœtid breath of death Slip of leather soles over stone I hear him creeping closer. Behind his beaky mask lurk no colours. His eyes as dry as his clawed fingers, curled into talons rend & tear rend & … Continue reading poetry marathon prompt #10: poem in response to ‘moonshadow’
poetry marathon: prompt #9, use minimum 5 of 10 words given
‘summer night…perfection of thought…’ with apologies to Wallace Stevens ~ Despite the rain, the fireflies flicker. At the treeline, they hang in branches diamante on blue so dark it burns. Our house becomes a cottage in the dark, shrinks strangely in the summer heat, its recent build only a mask for four walls and … Continue reading poetry marathon: prompt #9, use minimum 5 of 10 words given
Prompt #8: emoji poem
Prompt #8: emoji poem Heart like a bloodred bomb ~ Oh love, oh love, oh red-blooded cliché you are captain of my shipwrecked heart Striped hep cats may burn like fire in the jazzy night, but you? You burn like cold cold ice, like nitrogen & glycerin like a bomb, oh love oh love. You … Continue reading Prompt #8: emoji poem
Poetry Marathon: prompt #7
Seasons of Tea ~ Iced. With lemon, summer’s flavour. Sometimes honey. And sometimes plain, hot as climate change. Rooibos, Darjeeling – taste of muscatel, they say. They’re wrong. Unless it’s a first flush private reserve. Dragon pearl – jasmine leaves rolled into perfect green globules of fragrance. Brew until liquid gold. Ice. Hot. Lapsang Souchong, … Continue reading Poetry Marathon: prompt #7
Prompt #6: ideal day in sensory details
Vacation before the time of plague Outside the French doors, dawn stirs.Tide is out. Sand stretches into the horizonslike Christmas Eve – filled with possibility. From the kitchen, espresso’s dark fragrancecurls, floating on the breeze from the patio.My beloved has made the trip to get coffee. Pelicans soar through the panel of skybetween roof and … Continue reading Prompt #6: ideal day in sensory details
poetry marathon #5: ekphrastic poem from picture
haibun in the time of plague ~ (a haibun is Japanese form that marries a haiku with prose) fall light fills the dinghy water burnished gold shimmers lightfall a road home across the water, autumn sun lays a path I can follow somewhere else, somewhere outside this time of plague & hate & death & … Continue reading poetry marathon #5: ekphrastic poem from picture
poetry marathon, prompt #4: epistolary poem
Dear Daddy ~ At 6, I howled when you took a hammer to my bed. I couldn’t know that we were moving, despite what you said. Mommy tried to intervene, but all I knew was broke. You tried to comfort me, I’m sure, your shirt front soaked with tears. Forgive you? I could not, not … Continue reading poetry marathon, prompt #4: epistolary poem
Poetry marathon prompt #3
I don’t want to be the grownup ~ In the beginning was the child. She had to be a grownup even then. Count the other children. Make certain none were left behind, like the luggage. She grew. She aged. Always the grownup. The older sister. The mother figure. The mentor. But I don’t want to … Continue reading Poetry marathon prompt #3
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