Black Satin

Today’s prompt comes from Sage Cohen, and it is in the form of a Mad Lib:

Lummi Island, Washington

Because I am not open to the possibility, I have the skin of a Jackfruit

that has spent its life dancing in the wind. Inside the fibrous pulp of the heart

I am torn and twisted. I cannot tell when the earth has shifted on It’s axis

even with eyes as beautiful as yours.

And when the atoms of the heart have split open like dreams

a gentle breeze will bring the scent into your garden

The yellow yarrows falling on the spinning floor are deceivers

conning each other with their drifting platitudes.

All the summers I have known have been tempered by fog

and the heavy as stone silence crossing the lines at night.

~ by Jacque on April 10, 2011.

Posted in National Poetry Month