I wrote a poem for you today To tell you how I really feel It was terrible- The poem, not my feelings about you Or maybe that’s just A matter of opinion too- I guess we’ll never know Because I tossed it in the box And they assured me You’d both burn
I made it! This is the first time I was able to complete a National Poetry Month poem of the day challenge. Thanks for reading!
The prompt is “a poem I’ll burn” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 30, National Poetry Month 2022.
She wore a black hood; black as night, dark as death, so she could hide among the shadows in the alley, the blind spots behind lampposts, and in the corners of your room. When your heart missed a beat, and your breath wouldn’t come, know that fear had stolen them for herself.
He wrapped the strand round and round his finger, focusing on her face. The piece of fabric from the missing girl’s sweater was his grounding object. He studied the photograph until he had memorized her features. Suddenly a chill ran up his spine. She was here. This field is where she died.