“A nightmare is mere fodder for poetry.” ~ Kerry O’Connor
Last year’s screams are being swallowed by the shrieking
storm that’s the year to come. My skeleton grins in the rain, letting nature
rip old pains, readying the soul for the fresh flesh frock that twists broken pieces
whole.
Yes, there’ll be more pain.
But don’t despair (or
attempt to flee) when life cracks her relentless whip. To run, a body has to
show its back. To bear agony (and
persist), a soul must bare her teeth.
for the Imaginary Garden’s “Play It Again! with Real Toads”, where our beloved Kerry lists some of our favorite
prompts and invites us to “PLAY IT AGAIN!
and AGAIN! and AGAIN!” I chose Izy’s
challenge, “Chew through your own chains”. She asked us to “create a list of
three words or phrases specific to the worst job [we] ever had and craft a poem
having nothing to do with work.” My words are “skeleton, pieces, despair”.
