Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Short Prompts

One of the disadvantages of living far from your place of birth is that you don't get to see your family very often. One of the advantages is that when you do get together with them you appreciate them so much. My parents, my sister and her husband, my niece and her husband and their two children have been here in Antibes for a week and so my attention has been focused on them... and not DIY work, but also, unfortunately, not on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop Online. My apologies.

Here are some short prompts that might take you to a place where the words and ideas matter deeply to you.

Because of love...
Inside this box...
I never meant to say...
The sea is cold...
Before I heard you call...
The trees have lost...


martin cordrey said...

Going Home

I left the city I love
for home – a ball
of fire behind me.

charlotte segaller said...

It was as if they reached out that day,
three swans gently combing the river's hair,
stray delicate strands spooned up.
They took our reticent breath away
with their dazzling white bodies,
an angelic shock below locked grey sky.

Then your head heavy on a pillow,
you remembered swooping necks,
air-drawn curves, beaks nudged in
to clean spotless backs,
and reached out your legs to curl us tighter
where the rise and fall of two breathing together
was enough.