Penny’s Rant

” okay, so everyone else is busy with their own stuff right now, because of… Well everything, and I’m stuck having no one else to talk to.
So if you don’t mind not flying away and pretending to listen, I would really appreciate it.”
The baby Raven cocked its head to the side for a moment, as if considering.
Then with a single little hop,
Landed on pennies leg and sat there, with Wings relaxed and curled around her feet, and her eyes focused up on her face.
” all right then, you seem comfortable, so I’ll start.
I thought I was a completely normal girl before all of this.
Now, I’ve got a sister who’s an elf,
Group of crazy assassin’s won’t stop showing up everywhere and trying to kill me,
And apparently my dad is also somehow evil and involved in the plan to destroy all the elves other than us.
I mean, how am I supposed to react all of this?
I’m supposed to be worrying about my first boyfriend in grades, not all of this!
How am I supposed to do anything about this either?
Everybody else apparently grew up with crazy awesome fighting training, except for I guess Jesse…
But I only know how to run away from fights, and some basic first aid.”
She sighed, dropping her head into her hands,
She stared at the baby Raven, who’d now stood up again.
It reached up and very lightly pressed it speak to pennies chin, like a little kiss of encouragement.
With one finger, Penny pet the top of the tiny bird’s head.
“Thanks for listening. It really helped.”

Hour Twenty-One

Staring up at the ceiling, asking silenced questions.
“What would you do if you could do anything?”

“Leave.”
Staring up at the ceiling, making preparations.

Hour twenty one

Write a poem that contains a great deal of exaggeration. Everything else is up to you!!!

By Patricia Harris

Sleep,

Such a random loss,

Staring out of dry eyes

Who have been open for days too long.

Sleep,

Required for the brain

To function,

While I am struggling

Merely to be able

To remember my own name.

Baby’s First Bathtime

This is only a short poem so it's not overly loaded with exaggeration, but pro rata to the protagonist's size, I suspect it's certainly got in its money's worth.

Baby's First Bathtime

I'm drowning
you bastard
get me out of here
you mongoose
there are no nerves in your elbow
can't you hear
I'm in pain
bloody blisters
I can feel them forming
it's fucking burning
and I'm normally
such a sweet tempered boy.

Big Fishtails

I went fishing with my best friend
Down upon the lake.
We had rods and reels in hand
And a pail of fresh oatcake.
We tossed our lines into the depths
Certain we would find
That old granddaddy catfish
That we always seemed to leave behind.
We tossed and reeled repeatedly
Until finally something bit!
I started reeling up the line
A hollering, “Dang it’s big!”
I reeled and reeled and braced myself
And finally reeled it in.
I didn’t have granddaddy catfish
But it had to be his kin.
We tossed our lines in once again
Hoping we’d have some luck
The rod bowed down and touched the ground
It felt like it got stuck.
That fish it looked like granddaddy
We braced ourselves to get him in
Just as we got him to the shore
The line broke, we watched him swim.
Dejected and defeated, we stumbled on back home
We had to tell our parents
What we almost brought them home.
We told them about granddaddy
He was 10 feet long at least!
He had the longest whiskers
He would have made a feast!
We related to them our story
Of how he got away
I don’t think our family believes us
Even until this day.

Hour twenty one

The place I live in

The sky in the place where i live is blue, the bluest you have ever seen,
When it rains, it rains not buckets
but enough rain to last a life time.
When the sun shines, it is so strong we need special sun glasses to go out,
and when the wind blows, it blows so hard,
it takes us places
we don’t necessarily want to go to.

Our people are the nicest you will ever meet,
Our children are so lovely and sweet in their innocence.

The walls around the place I live in is so high
Nobody never managed to climb it to visit
or to get over to see what it looks like on the outside.

Ball Lightning

When my voice is old,
I’d like to sing into a gorge,
into the Marianas Trench.
I want my brow to grow heavy,
bearing peaches, to feel
the weight of decades on
my hips, to own a splintered
fractal of human history.
When my hair is white and
silver, I’ll unleash the stars
of my braid, arthritic
opening to God. My hunched
spine will crack open, wrinkled
skin peeling away, bone
popping and curling until
the husk of
Who I Thought I Was
falls away, blows away, to
reveal the ball of light inside.