Day 11 prompt was to write a seasonal poem:
They swore it wouldn’t,
but it rains so often
here in Spain
that I am drenched in home
and wistful for escape
Day 12 was to write about damage:
The sun scratches the sky each evening
spreading her juices everywhere
tinting the clouds
infecting the carefully arranged hue.
Yet he still spends each day
preparing and worshipping her exit.
I love these prompts and often use them as a warmup exercise for something that I write later that I really love.
How are the rest of you doing? I know so many poets and bloggers are spending these days scribbling away. Happy writing troops!
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