She is a moon-faced daughter in a gravel-pit
bar crowd open to God for
a second chance or a bed
of coals. She is a stand-in, pleading
fire for a loud so furious, so crashing,
lightning balls jump right up to
show you how it’s done.
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Writing prompt courtesy of Collier Nogues via Found Poetry Review for National Poetry Month. My sources were one of my favorite poems, “Pearl”, by Dorianne Laux and a magazine advertisement for Otezla.
Nicely done, loved the first lines especially. Thanks for commenting on my poem btw. I dropped in and out of the found poems to have a read and on occasion I’m left slightly stumped.
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Thanks, Steph! Glad to know I’m not the only stumped one. I’m glad you stopped by. 🙂
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Kudos on the the use of your inspiration and your form. Great piece.
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Thank you, Dale!
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