The Ghost of the Future You are Frightened of

Butt lower than knees, she sat
in a peeling adirondack chair 
on her new Granny’s porch 
having recently been spirited away 
from everything 
she knew and remembered.
A mountain hovered before her,
above the town,
a single hulk reaching for sky, 
looking as lonely as she but,
all these years later, she wonders
if it only existed within her mind
and the kidnappery of her childhood.

Today’s poem written to today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net. I tried to use all the elements suggested including this artwork by Georgia O’Keefe, a lyric from this song by Stevie Nicks, and using a made up word.

My “Something Small, Every Day (or so)” series is inspired by Austin Kleon’s piece here where he says, “Building a body of work (or a life) is all about the slow accumulation of a day’s worth of effort over time.”