Thursday, 27 April 2017

poetry 2017 / 084

For today’s prompt, use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem (using a word or two in your title is fine); for extra credit, try using all 6:
  • pest
  • crack
  • ramble
  • hiccup
  • wince
  • festoon


Sunlight in the window attest
to rainbows jumping from scattered prisms
hung on nylon strings and plucked
in off-key melodies dancing upon the crack
of an eye.

She sleeps fitfully, a scramble
amongst dreams that leap and twist like a mandrake
on a hot griddle. The frogs don't care
but move their feet among the sausages
and mushrooms
wondering why they came.

Tadpoles have no conscience. They hiccup
from memory to prescience. Mayfly larvae prown
the depths. A wince of pain
hungry mouths beget hunger
while water spider watches close; fies
of embarrassment – blushes festoon
the rough walls of her life.
It matters little.
When everybody dies.

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