Crepuscular dawn of teenage-hood,
tainted with tang of menses moon,
invokes a howl of sprouting hair
in places unexplored as yet.
Nobody told us about freefall
or the strange sweetness
of explosions in the darkness,
lit only by the wolfish teeth
of a youthful smile.
Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2018
sponse to The Poetry School NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 19: Coming of Age Poem
Ali asks us to cast our minds back to that strange period at the end of childhood and the beginning of adulthood. Perhaps this transition happened in a single epiphanic moment or maybe it happened imperceptibly over time. This coming of age may be marked formally in a traditional or non-traditional ceremony, it might be private or public, it could be mortifying or liberating, or both, or neither, but it should ideally be formative.Oour example Bildungsgedichte today are Kayo Chingonyi’s ‘Kumukanda’ and Dom Bury’s recent National Poetry Competition winner ‘The Opened Field’.