(ad)ventures in poetry
Poems are lifelines when you forget how to swim in your skin and are like a betta fish treading water in a tank, and when you want to forget how it feels to live without lungs gasping for air like a hooked trout on a riverbank.
Poem title from chapter 24 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Peace to your ♥!
Oh, Mother, will you let me get
A darling little porcupette?
A porcupette to be all mine’s
The only pet that my heart pines—
Forget it, dear, the thing’s got spines.
[Sigh] How about a puppy?
I’m thinking more like guppy.
© Stephanie Malley
NaPoWriMo21 Day 24 – I didn’t use the prompt from NaPoWriMo.net.
I’m posting this poem written earlier in April because it includes animals, as does today’s napowrimo.net prompt. I learned a few months ago that baby porcupines are called porcupettes–how cute is that? I tried writing a poem about porcupettes at that time, and nothing worked out. This month, in my over-inspired condition, it all came together. Peace to your ♥!
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