for her to press
between the leaves
caught on her sweater,
tucked into her pocket,
gave her the words
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Magaly is our host this weekend and says that she hopes our days are dancing with words and wonder. She has been doing a lot of editing and, as she reread her work, many lines stayed with her, whispering to the muse, asking to be written into more, which is where today’s prompt has sprouted from.
Magaly would like us to write new poems that begin with a line out of our own words. The line can come from a poem, a story, a blog entry, a social media post; the origin doesn’t matter, as long as the words belong to us, and we have published them on a public platform before today. She also asks us to please add a link to the piece that birthed the line.
I took my line from a poem I posted at the end of last August, called ‘The Leaving’.