Nov5__Thursday

For today’s prompt, I want you to write a growth poem. This could be psychological or emotional growth, physical growth, or however you’d like to take it. Maybe your poem is about growing hair or growing hungry or growing impatient or…

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Myths grow feet

Myths saunter through our lives
as effortlessly as Hercules
could rip your check in half and say
your money’s no good here or Pecos Bill
could spin a three day novel
out of tumbleweeds and moonshine
They walk among us in disguise Medusa’s
masked and pixellated but she’s there
and stoning the unwary from a screen
Dragons dress innocuous and sell insurance
beside oracles in Farmers overalls
and naked cupids wag their butts in
the colored shadows where boy bands
wear chastity like bucks wear horns
Doe eyed divas sacrifice themselves
to blood-lust soulmates with a joy
akin to Minos busty bull maids
And beneath my fingers daily
little myths grow and walk off
were the ancients as bemused
to watch their creations disappear
or did they see them strolling
out the door to make their lives
and progeny that I see daily
in the grocery store and all while
wonder at the whereabouts of my
small creat-ures, baby aphrodites
and bastets, and if they’ll dare
to show their faces and come
tail-dragging home.