The poem inspired by today’s prompt (clock wise) is a rather flippant, but I think there’s something a little dark and sad beneath the surface.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Borrowed time comes due
she used to set
the minute hand ahead just enough
to keep her on time when she ran late
now she turns
her face to the wall, covered by both hands
to hide how much time has passed
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Clearly I’ve been bitten by the silliness bug. The prompt for today’s poem was “glue stick.”
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Adhesive evolution
after bottles and pots
and paddles and jars
and brushes and guns
and tubes, glue has finally
found the form it was always
meant to take:
stick
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I went off-prompt today because something silly tickled my fancy instead.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Unusual beauty
She has vampire toes
pale, slender, and preternaturally agile
with dark red nails, wet and shiny
as fresh-spilled blood
She has vampire palms
smooth, without past or future
to map in lines, only the arches
and loops of an endless now
She has a vampire smile
expressing neither guile nor truth
empty of meaning and free
to carry whatever prey may desire
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The prompt for today’s poem was “an agreement.”
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Arranged marriage
they had an agreement to never evacuate
upstream from their shared habitation
to conduct any tawdry business
in distant jurisdictions
and hunt as far afield as possible
from their home territory
they remained together quite happily
so long as both could travel
but as their circles tightened
over time, with age and infirmity
they obstinately fouled the nest
and sat defiant in mutual excrement
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Today’s prompt was “text message,” and something popped out at me in some text I was reading this morning. Found poetry adapted from a passage in Chapter XXXVI of Adam Bede, by George Eliot.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
The journey
The next morning she rose early and set out
walking the road towards Ashby under a leaden
sky with a narrowing streak of yellow
like a departing hope on the edge of the horizon.
It had not yet occurred to her that she might get money
for locket and earrings, and she applied all her small
knowledge calculating how many meals and rides were contained
in two guineas and the odd shillings, which had a melancholy
look of pale ashes to the other bright-flaming coins.
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Yesterday’s prompt (computer bag) tumbled around in my head all day without much result. (Hence no post.) But when I tossed today’s prompt (drop dead) into the mix, the two stuck together in a weird way that caught my fancy.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Color saturation
The computer bag drops dead
in the center of the room. The lizard man
who brought it here is tired; there are dark
scales under his eyes. He doesn’t quite blend
with the wallpaper, a cartoonish crazy
quilt of flowers in shocking hues.
No wonder he is tired.
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The prompt became the title of the poem. I usually avoid doing that, but it just seemed to work best in this case.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Please call…
Her voice echoes down the line, no further
than London but it might as well be
England: he will not answer when he sees her
number in the caller ID, will not pick up
the phone to dial his childhood
home. She waits and hopes, withering
each time the phone rings and he
is not on the other end.
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The prompt for today’s poem was “child.”
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
The magic chef
Sweet Julia, your grand gestures, generous
frame, and ready wit supplied all the diversion
necessary to cover your sleight
of hand: how you poured your secret
heartache into every dish you prepared, each recipe
you tested and perfected, feeding by proxy
whole generations of families you could never
otherwise call your own.
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I took some liberties with today’s prompt (pony tail).
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Horse hair
some like the way a mare’s tail
flames behind her as if she sets
the very air on fire when she runs
others fancy how her mane breaks
along the arch of her neck and cascades
over her withers, water spilled on stone
me, I watch the feathered dance of fetlocks
as her feet fly over the earth, shimmy
of lightning to the thunder of her hooves
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Today’s prompt (wire mesh) really gave me some fits, but I suppose if you bat an idea around long enough you can beat something out of it.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Pest control
shimmering chickenwire octagons keep out
chickens and anything larger than a chipmunk
but not the predatory fingers of raccoons
nor chipmunks themselves
leaden hardware cloth squares keep out
the smallest rodents (even chipmunks)
and birds, but not bugs except praying
mantids and probably tarantulas
what’s needed is screening, no longer
made from wire but pressed or extruded
petrol-polysomething, to keep all visible
annoyances at a safe distance
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