Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Letter to his older sister

Dear Mabelle,

I’ll order the squall jacket you recommded,
my that will be one fierce tendril less. I won’t flinch
no more with the crow at the emporium, as I used to,
and feel so small, like peppered rust reverberating.
Now there’s only one thing that remains to be said,
and that is that I dislike saffron, so contrary to your
advice I will not take those pills. CU tomorrow!

Bel-Ami

Written for napowrimo #22, in which the following words were proposed:

6 comments:

Julie Jordan Scott said...

What a fun energy in this poem/letter. I never had the nerve to talk to my older siblings like that. I thought they had all the power in the world, saffron or no saffron.

My Day 22 Poem is "Squall Blows"

L said...

"peppered rust reverberating". Nice joining of words.

Катя said...

I agree with L. Monique. Perhaps because of the presence of saffron, pepper in my head was decidedly food.

Kristen McHenry said...

This was a really fun read! I loved the format and your inventive use the words, especially "peppered rust reverberating"

1965 Footprints said...

I love how you got all the words in such a succinct piece. I love the idea of a letter, too.

Robin said...

I like this, and I love the final line!