Nov6__Friday
For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem with (or about) someone (or something) covered. A person could be covered with a blanket or blanketed with darkness. Something could be covered by water or earth or anything you can think, I guess. Or you could write a poem about how you “have it covered,” I suppose.
Mini-challenge DIY Kit Poem #4
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Moonshine Tunes
covered all in creekslime
and smelling like the guts of worms, dead fish, and honeysuckle
later we would find ourselves the hosts
to countless tiny ticks
too small to find until they’d gorged themselves
and swollen large as mustard seeds.
stay aways, not run aways
we were wild and fearless
singing moonshine tunes like nursery rhymes
and camels and fatimas out of world war one
we trailed anachronisms
in the wind behind our bikes
like disney girls without a problem
out of reach of common sense.
in another summer I would know
why you played with such ferocity
You’ve got some wonderful lines in here!
“singing moonshine tunes like nursery rhymes”
“we trailed anachronisms
in the wind behind our bikes
like disney girls without a problem
out of reach of common sense.”
I like the mysteriousness at the end, too.
I was unsure about the end. There are two more lines that would explain it, but they also make it specific to the individual’s circumstances. This way it doesn’t become a poem about…..but instead is whatever you bring to it.
The phrase “stay aways” really amused me for some reason.
And I agree about the end. Leaving the question of why unanswered feels like the right move to me.
Love this scent image:
>> smelling like the guts of worms, dead fish, and honeysuckle…
The price we pay for tromping about, eh?
Thanks for taking me along!