For this prompt I have used Dylan Thomas’s poem ‘And death shall have no dominion’ as the material for a found poem.
Death’s dominion is the naked dead;
He places stars at foot and head
And picks their bones to use again,
Giving hope to the mad and insane.
On the seabed, drowned sailors crack and break,
Scattering bubbles in their wake
As they rise to the surface, to the waves and the wind,
Blown onto rocks for mermaids to find
Below sobbing gulls and clouds of lead;
Dominion of the ocean’s dead.
On land, in graveyards silvered by daisies,
Death hammers nails in coffins like crazy,
Waiting for a break in the laughing sun
To let night in and get his work done:
Releasing souls for renewed inception
In the sanity of death’s dominion.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016