Prompt 3: The Bop.
The red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along
to find the greens empty, deserted.
She had a feeling this morning
when she left the nest
that something was slightly off—
but she isn’t sure
And the sky is bright and blue
In the usual places
the usual faces
are nowhere to be seen
She might think more of it
but the worms are crawling towards the surface
so the treat of a morning feast
matters more than the missing features
of picturesque parks
And the sky is bright and blue
On this bright, blue morning
the world is a smörgåsbord
an all-you-can-eat buffet
of fantastic proportions
full of flavor
and perfect for lingering
And the sky is bright and blue
(27 June 2020)
I really like what you’ve done with this form. The rhythm feels wonderfully alive, like a curious bird investigating the garden before settling down to eat.
I love how you actually use the word “bop” and how your poem literally bobs/bops along. Playful use of rhyme and rhythm. And yet tinged with a balancing bit of the anxiety of being an animal and seeking food. The refrain becomes more haunting as the poem proceeds. Well done!