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:
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.
ReplyDeleteMy Day 22 Poem is "Squall Blows"
"peppered rust reverberating". Nice joining of words.
ReplyDeleteI agree with L. Monique. Perhaps because of the presence of saffron, pepper in my head was decidedly food.
ReplyDeleteThis was a really fun read! I loved the format and your inventive use the words, especially "peppered rust reverberating"
ReplyDeleteI love how you got all the words in such a succinct piece. I love the idea of a letter, too.
ReplyDeleteI like this, and I love the final line!
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