we hunker down in a world of
instead of flowers, the storm brings ice
love can be a monster
in the margin of a frozen puddle
or an uncrushed flower
to burst into constellations
in the green shafts of spring sun
Kim M. Russell, 17th February 2021
Magaly back this Wednesday with a playful prompt. She asks us to play with someone else’s muse by writing new prose or poetry using one or all three of the blackout poems she has shared as inspiration. She says we may choose to use the exact words, or not.
I’m traying out a new form created by Candace Kubinec of rhymeswithbug, which she calls the Waltmarie: a 10-line poem on any subject. The even lines consist of two syllables and form their own poem when read separately. The odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
Image by Levi Midnight on Unsplash.