It’s a ghost in the night,
keeping me awake
with its whispering,
muttering and sighing,
and nudges in my poetic ribs.
It pokes me with imagery
and ties me up in allegory
until I reach for notebook and pen
(which I left on the armchair).
Empty-handed (in inky
midnight darkness) I creep
It’s a ghost in the early morning,
a wisp of poetry draped across
my aching neck,
a metaphoric albatross
checking rhymes, ensuring
enjambment and caesura make
sense, without a syntactical break.
By the time the sun has risen,
it’s left me to punctuate
the words it deigned to articulate
as it drifts into early sunlight
with grey mist and the remains of night.
Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2019
Susan is hosting this week and I’m a little late linking up, but NaPoWriMo has been keeping me very busy. Plus I’m preparing to visit my daughter to spend some time with my lovely grandson. But I couldn’t miss this prompt, a topic I’ve written about many times and which is always different.
I wish I’d written the words by Robert Frost that Susan has shared together with some from Sanaa, Rajani and Sumana, as well as poems by Joyce Carol Oates, Lydia Huntley Sigourney and Matt Haig.
Our challenge is to write a new poem about writing poetry, limiting ourselves to addressing one poem rather than generalizing.