Friday, April 17, 2015

15/30 Dear Poem

Prompt: write a letter to a poem.

Dear Poem,
I scribble this
in the hope
that you will find me.
Shrouded in owl light
words buzz
through the radio,
chimes signal home.

And you are
a shelter for mice.
Your bones
a bed for miracles,
the swirl of a pen
fashions a unicorn.
The mind folds
into the palm of a hand.
Vowels are stored in days.
Consonants hide
in the pit of a stomach.
A pride of lions
hunt in the Savannah.
You are the thunder.

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