4.5.17

Today's prompt dealt with writing a nature poem...I'll just let you guess what's going on in my kitchen currently...

April Invasion

Shiny brown ants seep

as rainwater through kitchen

walls: warmed soil’s spring flood.

4.4.17

I didn't follow the prompt today. I got sidetracked slaying Donald Duck and helping the Ponies win the  war against the Bergens and then we all ate Trolls.  And we were happy.  Such is motherhood.

Playtime with Miss N, Age 4

Fluffy Bear has lost his hair

and doesn’t know where to turn.

The dollies march to Bergentown

and pause to watch it burn.

Board my boat and cross the sea

and return Cinderella’s shoe.

Minnie Mouse has trashed the house

but left this cake for you.

Princess dress and blankie cape

and glowing Jedi sword

are her armor when Mom finds her

curled, napping on the floor.

Earlybird poem

Let it begin.

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. Outside

one bird scratches the

fat glossy silence, early

for choir practice.