Reprieve
A bull elk, large rack
on his head, stands
alone in the bayou.
The hunter, in his beet red jacket,
stands in his carport on the hill
above the bayou.
He chews on a cinnamon stick,
its peppery flavor calms
the tremor in his hands.
He lifts the rifle to take aim
But knocks the tin bucket
That hangs by his elbow to the ground.
The lone lightbulb stored there
falls to the cement floor with a crash.
The elk lives to walk another day.
This is great. So far, this is my favorite prompt. I’m getting a kick out of seeing how each of us created such different posts from the same words.
Thank you Tim. I like the words we have to use in a poem as well. They are fun to write. It forces me to think more.
Oliver
Wow, what an amazing narrative poem crafted using all 10 words! Very impressive. I like the precision in your imagery and word choice. My favorite lines: “He chews on a cinnamon stick, / its peppery flavor calms / the tremor in his hands.” Fantastic!
Thank you Abena. I was fun doing this prompt.
Oliver
Great use of all the words to produce an engaging and coherent storyline/poem. I love the same three lines…the cinnamon stick, the peppery flavour and the tremor of his hands building up to the elk living one more day. Very vivid!
Thank you INgrid. I appreciate your comments and glad you like this poem
Oliver