Here are some more poems I’ve written this month so far! I usually try again with prompts I find interesting, and leave room for revisiting concepts I like. And I hope you like these!
For more inspiration, visit the official National Poetry Writing Month blog!
Day 1 w/prompt: Recount the Plot
(of “The Fairy Rebel“)
A woman, probably a couple,
Befriend a fairy
Who should not have been
Talking to humans.
They became such good friends
A wish came true:
She was gifted a child
From fairy magic.
The Queen found out, somehow;
Those in power with iron fists
Always do.
She moved to punish the Fairy Friend.
During trial in the backyard
The guilty wept and had one request:
Just a lock of the child’s hair
Before she is banished forever.
She was obliged, and given
Several blue strands
Of fairy magic
Hidden in the nape
And the Queen was usurped.
Day 3: (untitled)
…And so we’re spacefaring once more,
The observers for broken galaxies
When nothing explains away
Strifes from concrete to sky
But on this satellite
In the quiet of floating reservoirs
Water rises from ankle-height
Meeting our mutual confession
Of something deeper:
Call me against religions,
Nothing more than stark black-and-white
In the company of telescopes
Which see the colors we lack.
Gravity shifts,
The filters begin their drinking tasks.
From hiding, we declare it all.
Day 4 w/prompt: “Queer Fish, But Definitely”
I’m nothing if not predictable.
Of course I am going to compare myself
To fish
Hibernating in ice,
And allude to the varieties
Of size, color, and superpower.
I’ll embrace the namesakes,
Even the venomous kind.
Let’s do our best
To keep up with them
However they go–
I still can’t fly.
We can pretend
I can sing.
Thighs join together
In scales and harmony,
And we keep pace
For I can still swim.
Day 5 w/prompt: Does the ocean know?
I keep returning to time.
It’s fast for me,
Especially as I grow old.
But my age will never reach
The ocean, already
So far ahead–
She long since blinked–
I have been gone
If she ever knew.
Day 6: (untitled)
Maybe I could be hypnotized out of this.
Nothing else has worked.
Put me in a blanched room and have someone
Program happiness into me.
Have another check the handiwork.
Then let me out
To write down these dreams.
When letters double over themselves
And words disappear
I won’t cry anymore.
Day 7 w/prompt: Wish You Were Here
I remember the day you moved
To another town,
To be on your own.
I came home,
The house echoed
Without your love;
I began the mourning process.
Day 10: (untitled)
In that moment, the world I lived
Was brighter than the sun.
I couldn’t tell snow from souls
Winking in the wind,
And souls from fleeting ash.
I felt myself compressed,
The lightest diamond.
So you must run, follow me, find me,
Harbor me in the cusp of your hands.
Only then, will patterns unfold.