I’ve been thinking, and I’m going to try to do the daily prompts off of the NaPo Facebook group as well as the official ones. It’ll be a good challenge, and honestly, any practise I can get is probably for the best. Plus, having at least three things due each day will trip up my mad procrastination skills which is always a plus. You can probably expect four poems today as I catch up.
The first films I saw in theatres
Were about the power of narrative,
Children running from bullies or neglect or incarceration
To end up in books.
To be fair, I was born on the tail-end of fantasy land,
As dark and terrifying and gorgeous as it was;
Seeped in the worst nightmares that might be permitted
Without scarring children irreparably.
The frame I carry with me
From story to story,
Is a shot of a wall of glass,
Golden-hued and warm,
That sheltered shelves upon shelves
So that at any time
The woman who had stolen them away
Might change into someone entirely new.