Prompt for Hour Seventeen

Text Prompt: “Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.” – contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi. Image Prompt: Photo by Marco Damm on Unsplash

#17 Strawberry Moon

Strawberry Moon rising crimson orb of night, large against the starry sky full of herself and unafraid to bedazzle. the sweet red flesh of passion ripened heavy-weight bends stems to the soft June ground, where field mice and voles sink their pointy teeth into each…

#16 To Take Back the Night Again

To Take Back the Night Again the clock strikes twelve and like all good Cinderellas it is time to flee the ball. majestic filly’s high stepping gait fades to field mice scurry, gilded carriages, slump to fallow pumpkins. celebration of collective beauty and strength, withers…

Hour 12:

Reedy and husky voices ascended in unison gyrating and sauntering crowds accompanying the all too familiar Jerusarema drum unleashing a cloud of dust its almost palpable What a night the gaiety of Youth

“The Good Dwarf”

A stories passed on overtime, Mama found a good old dwarf. His nose was point and sharp, And he calls out mom by playing a harp. It goes on and on until late teens, Before the dwarf was forgotten. His voice sings a visayan song,…

Mountain Man Anger

He is a commoner A man who believes, life if he works hard Wife husbands accompany each other in the shade Are taking steps in their journey Time separated them. The hill stood in the way of their lives Took away his pleasure. Knows what…

#11

She cackled with joy not sure why. If something was funny she would cackle with delight. No one knows why her cackle was unique. Tickle her funny bone she’d cackle all day.

Almost Midnight – Hour Sixteen

The hour is getting later And my head begins to spin But I will keep on writing Exhaustion will not win I’m pushing towards the finish Inching closer every hour With coffee, I will make it I shall harbor the power I am feeling a…

Blocked – reverse nonet (hour 16)

Blocked pen shocked mind fuzzy in a tizzy blank page now dizzy missing words, it’s crazy adverbs, nouns, adjectives all no objective, no topic, fail. What happens when ideas run dry?   – Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022

#9

Never had soda at home only when sick coke or ginger ale handed over like gold. Coke down cellar in glass bottles. Ginger ale with the liquor. We drank Hawaiian punch can you find it now?

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