Hi poets! We’re going to keep this one short and sweet. I have a doozie for you tomorrow. Here’s your daily (optional) poetry prompt.
Brevity. Write a very short poem and give it a very long title. That’s it!
Here’s mine:
Cradle Song (or, The Moment in Which My Daughter Learns That
Sweet Things Can Have Dark Sides and Likes Them the Better for It)
Rock a bye baby, after a bath.
Pruned fingers.
Damp curls.
Muffled drain sounds.
Gurgle.
Splash.
Sing rock a baby, Momma,
Whispers my girl.
Sung once, sung twice,
A thousand times.
But her eyes widen as
Our lips mouth the rhymes.
She knows now,
What it means to fall.
She knows now,
It’s not a nice song.
Not at all.