With their matching colours, red moon, red coat, it was just a matter of distance and perspective. She was small in its presence, but once in space she knew she would float.
It was such a huge leap, from skin to moon rocks, even in new boots, gloves and thermal socks. But the colours matched, red moon, red coat.
Once on its surface, the leaps would improve, with no gravity on the moon.
She imagined looking down at the distant blue planet, colours still matching, red moon, red coat.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2024
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It’s day three of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2024, and today’s challenge is to write a surreal prose poem. Our inspiration is Franz Kafka’s collection of short parables. I have reworked an old ekphrastic poem that Visual Verse published back in September 2023.
writing in north norfolk 
I love the image you create in the final sentence–it lingers. 💙
And what a good idea to convert a VV poem. I may do the same.
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Thank you so much, Merril. I think I might rework some more VV poems.
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Fantastic!
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I like it, Kim. The repetition works well. 👏🏽
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Thank you, Selma!
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This is what came to mind for me.
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Loved imagining this, I think repetition added in that surreality between grounding and childlike exploration, for me.
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Thanks so much!
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Wow! This is lovely!
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A lovely write, Kim! I remember the image you wrote for, your write really complements it. I also did the same as you and reworked an old piece, I must have been one of those days ☺️
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Thank you, Nina. Our old poems are often inspiring.
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