Season of Red (Hour 7: using prompt)

“I reckon’ it’s time”
he says
standing up from the table.

I watch him go out the door
his back
disappearing into the dawn.

I set the dishes in the sink
his on top
turning on the water flow.

I make circles with the rag
his lunch
already planned in my mind.

I slip off my apron
his favorite
and let it fall to the ground.

I place a bright red apple
his disgust
on that plate

and leave, with
the door hanging open

Copyright 2020, SashaS




In good company

Hello everyone–glad to make your acquaintance! This will be my first poetry marathon, although I’ve been writing poems since I was a kid. Prose, screenplays, academic papers…well, those have taken over most of my writing these last few years, so I want to stretch myself; explore the genre in a demonstrable way again.

I have no doubt I will write some less-than-great pieces over the course of the twelve hours, but I hope to discover a couple of gems in myself, too. I will attempt to remind myself it’s more about the work and less about the outcome, although that may be a difficult mantra come hour six. 🙂

Nevertheless, I am excited and am brimming with ideas. See all of you very soon!