Immersed in a poem,
I was a lovelorn mermaid enchanted
by vampire squid in fluorescent coral glades.
Raised from the deep by the ring of the telephone,
I looked out at the garden,
dappled green and overgrown.
I spotted it suddenly,
out of the corner of my eye,
the unexpected flash of an electric blue dragonfly.
Ignoring the phone, I was flying away again,
on the back of a dragon,
through a windswept sky,
to the magical ocean, the mermaids’ playground,
where mysterious creatures can always be found.
Kim M. Russell, 25th June 2020
Rommy is back with a word prompt this week: she asks us to shape our artistry around the word ‘unexpected’. She says that we don’t need to use the word itself, but we should at least incorporate thoughts and feelings around the idea of the ‘unexpected’ into our new pieces of prose or poetry, fiction or non-fiction. Mine really happened.