Wednesday, May 3, 2017

NaPoWriMo Day #25

The prompt over at NaPoWriMo today was:

In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.


Where Country Roads Claimed Me

I suppose I'll always be
fond of country greenery,
of whippoorwills and red-breasted robins,
the smell of bacon and garden beans
and tiny little hillside kitchens
where raspberry bushes grow at
the edge of purple wildflower,
so many colorful flowers whose 
names, to this day, I still know not.
And, although the inner city blues
have claimed me 'otherworldly' in their 
magnificent trade of street lamps,
an illuminating dance of moon
against telephone wire and bird-speak,
somewhere inside me there's still
that girl who squeezes her own lemonade,
who warms her toes by a stream
where tadpoles swim their magic and
squirrels mate in the distance where
bright green leaves shimmer in the 
sun like glitter for all the young girls
who still enjoy a summers-day dream-sitting.

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