Monday's prompt dealt with writing an elegy ( a poem that mourns the loss of someone or something), and urged writers to include odd little details about the deceased. Mine went on the abstract side of all that.
Today's prompt urged us to write a "Kay Ryan-esque" poem, with short, tight lines, interwoven rhyme, a little philosophy, and maybe an animal. If you want a primer, a couple of my favorite poems by Kay Ryan are ""A Certain Kind of Eden" and "A Hundred Bolts of Satin." Enjoy!
As I have in the past, I'll be loosely following the prompts on the official NaPoWriMo site (www.napowrimo.net ). This poem is in response to yesterday's "earlybird" prompt to write a haibun (a prose poem that ends in a haiku)--and, quite unintentionally, it contains an actual early bird.
Cold Spring, 2017
Winter keeps the tail of March between forefinger and thumb.
The snow is gone, but we can’t shake the habit: boots and coats, chili and
heated van seats. Watery sky is crisscrossed with sycamore skeletons and flocks
of starlings that turn on a dime. The crocuses are bullets waiting to fire. As
usual, the housecats don’t care. Dawn is pale blue; coffee, at least, is hot.