Patron Poet
Poem: Hunger
I had a canoe that took me into the forest I read about. It was fleet and I asked no questions. I saw the careless embroidery of the sky above me. I was small. I was embracing. And I was dear all my life. My instrument is silent. I never learned to play. But it sits poised in my arms like an amber deer that I'll give my life for. What does it sound like? Why haven't I tried?
She crept into my arms like a red flower a stranger gives me. She is tame and soft. In a low voice, I tell her stories of when I was a girl. I bring her fruit from the brook of my own glad tidings. I overflow and I almost forget her. My hair is wet and I feel I can be alone. I know other songs. But what about my deer? She's sleeping. I fit an arrow through my bow. I kill so she eats. She says if only I'd been a better mother.
Short Creative Writing Prompt
If you had to describe yourself in connection to an element or elements in nature (water, earth, fire, metal, air etc…), how would you?
or
- give sensory details (sound, taste, smell, etc.)
Short Creative Writing Prompt
If you had to describe yourself in connection to an element or elements in nature (water, earth, fire, metal, air etc…), how would you?
or
- give sensory details (sound, taste, smell, etc.)