Today is the fourth day of these prompt driven poem exercises, and I must admit, I am writing poems I don’t think I would have ever written without the prompts.
Some might be keepers, some might just be for fun, but in any event, I feel I am stirring my creative juices, something I was in much need of after a winter of what felt like brain hibernation.
Usually, I don’t share poems unless they are what I consider finished, (are they ever?) but this month I will share with you my first attempts at writing a poem given a set of prompts.
Here is my poem for Day #3 – The prompt included having something magical happen, a secret being revealed by someone about your life, and a variety of words. Just so you know, the prompt is just the catalyst to begin the poem, and does not mean you have to use everything in the prompt.
Out of the Ether
My mother’s voice comes out of the ether
like a chariot headed for Rome.
I have something to tell you she says.
I know you think I’m prim
that I always talk of sin
but once there was a time
when even I could spin.
Once I lived for shenanigans
loved that I was shallow
shrouded my breasts in silk
never felt chagrined.
So, you too, should go.
Past the orchard
with its lemons and chickens
where the air is sweet like citrus
and the light
is rainbow of prism.
Yours in poetry,