April prompt #29

April prompt #29

EXPLAIN WHY YOU HAVE AN EGG IN YOUR POCKET

Mary’s #1

 

It’s so small.

Speckled with brown.

She left it in my garden hat.

Some inexperienced sparrow–

her nest not finished–

the urge upon her–

who can say?

The egg is already cold.

I don’t know what to do,

not being a bird.

But being a mother

I’ll carry it,

for awhile.

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April prompt#28

april 28 prompt

You have been sent to apologize to a foreign power on behalf of our government.

Do it in a limerick.

Ray’s #4

(Except I cheated and wrote it nearly a week ago while walking in the woods and when I drew another one, I put it back because I wanted this one today  since I have to go to an all-day Tai Chi workshop again and call my mother’s old friend in Norway first.)

 

TO THE WORLD IN GENERAL:

SORRY.

AT LEAST WE’RE MODERATELY ENTERTAINING.

PROBABLY.

 

Here in this country called US

The system is all in a muss.

The rich guys control it,

Politicians extol it,

‘cept Bernie, who’s making a fuss.

April prompt #27

April prompt #27

 FOUR USES FOR A PIECE OF STRING

(WITH AN OPTIONAL BUTTON ATTACHED)

Mary’s #3

Forget the damned button.

They never stay attached.

All they do is work their way loose,

get lost under the dresser

or in the driveway or

someplace downtown, so

that you have to use string

to hold up your pants,

lace up your shirt,

close your coat,

fasten your sleeve.

April prompt #26

April prompt #26

An adult who affected you strongly as a child

Janice’s #1

 

MRS. FARRINGTON KILLING THEORY

 

Tonic. Sub-dominant. Every Good Boy

Does Fine. The ruler across the knuckles.

The yellow notebook. Erasers balanced

on the hands. It is forbidden to play

by ear. I can read music in my sleep.

My hand position is old-style perfect.

I cannot improvise to save my life.

Playing Mozart, I always forget to breathe.

April prompt #25

April prompt #25

COLOR

Janice #5

Now, I am drawn to gray, November’s

ivory and amber and steel, snow-fields,

the undersides of storm clouds, stones, black trees

against white skies. All colors, the absence

of color. I have learned it is the same.

I am learning to work in the dark,

every brilliance driven down within,

every prayer in black and white.

April prompt #24

April prompt #24

A lullabyDavid’s #5

GRIMM”S LULLABY

 

Sleep, little one, sleep.

Nana will keep

the wolf from the door,

and the sisters with one eye

and three. The ash girl

is shaking the tree

grown up from her mother’s

bones. So sleep.

No one will slice off

your heel or your toes.

The witch in the forest

is far, far away

and the path to her house

is edged with white stones.

Her cage is empty,

her oven is cool,

and the hunter,

the spinner,

the prince and the fool

guard the door of your room.

So sleep.