I hadn’t made a video in a few weeks, so the prompt for OctPoWriMo Day 22 was right on time for me. Just enough impetus to light a fire under my reluctant self. Then taking that prompt with the prompt I wrote for The Reverie this week, and OctPoWriMo Day 23–well, blend them together and out came this:
I hope you enjoyed this poem. I don’t usually make videos with rough drafts, but why not? Let me know what you think in the comments. If you haven’t already subscribe!
He should’ve been a star.
Presiding over a courtroom with
velvet steel fist.
Copy of The Common Law his Bible.
Children with his steel wool hair,
Jumping in autumn leaves
While he shakes his head, bemused.
He was born too soon.
Before they opened the gates at Bellvue,
letting the bats out of the belfry.
Country bumpkin doctors prescribed
Before balances were invented
to check his madness.
Whispers of “We didn’t know.”
Does little to return his youth.
Sits on porches,
Teeth in a jar beside him.
Listening to the wind blowing,
Trying not to hear their words.
Hi, welcome to Day 3, of OctPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was sweetness, and I’m sure you can see I totally deviated from it. I had another story to tell today.