So… I goofed and forgot the part of the prompt that said ‘ideal day’. I rushed to finish a proper one for the prompt but I am now late in posting because I spent too much time on a poem that only focused on imagery and sensory details… I decided to post both for this hour and I hope that is okay!

1.
witnessing the pause of a hummingbird’s wings
as mother noses sustenance into her young

discovering the opulent fragrance of a ‘purple queen’
long before i see the magnolia tree

cool mint tang of iced-tea, freshly brewed
on a lazy, summer afternoon

a lover’s hand caressing my back
with whispered dreams for tomorrow

while a cello fills the air
with classical baroque

2.
these apprehensive stairs
built with disillusionment
(like the ones at Winchester House)

going nowhere

rake and tread determined long ago –
replicated for comfort
and ease

never altering

posing risks with their height and
nosing, jutting out profanely,
as if fabricated to cause us harm

and surprising us all the same

finding the lift harder as we break and gray,
only sometimes noticing the banister we
cling to as we climb

some wrought with gold

others smelling of must
and decay –
aged, iron balusters

pungent, like seeping blood

our grip tightens and gnarled fingers
squeeze to hold fast our place on the climb
forgetting that we can go down

and begin again