Poem a Day December #15
Again with the prompt poem? Yes, again. This one was from a Twitter prompt (or series/week of prompts, actually) by @whimysticalgirl. What’s that got to do with Billy Collins? Nothing. Sometimes (always) you gotta go to where the muses are if you’re looking to create. Today, they were on Twitter.
Here are the prompts, followed by the ordered chaos my mind conceived with them. Kudos and a free Kindle & audiobook version of Dispatches from the Swinging Door Saloon if you are the first to correctly guess which two prompts were my least favorite. Hint: they are (imho) the weakest two in this poem.
11.19 Last train home
11.20 Sundown on easy street
11.21 Book Traveller
11.22 Black Lace Kisses
11.22 Reckless Sighs
11.23 Tasty Smiles
11.24 Sun Petals
11.25 Moon Gems
11.26 Toasty Eyes
Sundown on Easy Street
The gypsy woman
with her toasty eyes
and tasty smiles
opened her suitcase
and began selling
sun petals and moon gems
to the unsuspecting tourists
down at the docks,
her only competition
the brown-suited book traveller
who never missed a mark,
selling worthless paperbacks
and tattered hardcovers
for top dollar. They were
quite a couple, she offering him
black lace kisses, he rubbing
her thighs beneath her skirt,
her reckless sighs their only tell
as they rode the last train home
sipping wine and reminiscing
about sundown on Easy Street.
