Poem Starting with a Line from Mark Strand
open the book of deep night
to the
page where the
house settles
creaking bones
the smell of jasmine
draws a
translucent canopy over my
sleeping lover
she is a river slow moving
no light illuminates
lilies clouding the bank
no shadow falls from
ancient redwood
a banging in pipes
water moving basement to roof
she turns unsettled
uneasy repose
Notes:
Poetic Asides Prompt Day 24 (written day 25/26)
For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
This poem was started yesterday in Paulann Petersen's workshop and finished today.
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