Today's prompt was random. I might work on this one some more. Not sure if it's worth it, but I might work on it anyway. Heh.
Prompt -- Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to:
• Use at least twelve words from this list: flap, winter, torch, pail, jug, strum, lever, massage, octopus, marionette, stow, pumice, rug, jam, limp, campfire, startle, wattle, bruise, chimney, tome, talon, fringe, walker;
• Include something that tastes terrible;
• Include some part (from a few words to several lines) of a previous poem that didn’t quite pan out; and
• Include a sound that makes you happy.
Write a poem!
Mission: Spring Break
Good Friday’s iron talons leave marks in our palms
The Paschal torch now glows during Mass
These holy mysteries and his most patient life
have saved me from the lion’s mouth and
heard me from the among the horns of the unicorns.
But no (hu)man hath quickened (her/)his own soul.
It is spring break
but it is only a break from the daily routine bells.
I need a massage
someone to strum the hamstring, the heartstring
till my cat purr erupts
I march stiffly, like a marionette, to my doom,
climbing the summit of the grading pile,
these papers I’d like nothing more than to dump in a pail
and nurture a healthy campfire with
or issue into ashes up the chimney
In my quest for health and balance
I do yoga stretches and…nothing else
I startle to see in the mirror that I’m developing a wattle
a hated wattle, the kind I’ve always mocked in
aunties who shellac their hairdos into upswept bushes
that ring and fringe their heads,
as distasteful as biting into a caraway seed
and not knowing until the poison flavor spreads
and permeates the tongue’s buds
I vow to improve…again
I read helpful books and
I stow my tome until the meal is done,
grudgingly
but I am trying to become more mindful
and thereby more healthful
but…
But no (hu)man hath quickened (her/)his own soul
and I need help in this mission
I need a break from habit and self.
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