Day 6
Here’s our optional prompt for
the day. Many of us had to write “acrostic” poems in school. These are poems in
which the first letter of each line spells a word as you go down the poem. For
example, the first line of an acrostic poem that spells the word “ghost” would
start with a word beginning with “g”; the second line would start with a word
beginning with an “h,” and so on. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a
variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first
letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase
with the first words of each line.
paint
the ways with ribbons of unique colour
ripped
from the heart of a rainbow rising
in a sky
dripping with the weight of rain.
Now is the
time for a clean rinse of the blue.
Gone are
the starlings who through this flew,
willowing
up and down on the ready breeze.
Awakens
the night in a few more hours,
key to
the opening of night-time’s lock.
Ebbing and
flowing, the sea takes a turn,
surf leaping
and laughing, ever being.
inviting
them to sup with us tonight,
to take
a dip in the deep hazy ocean,
hearts of
silver glittering on the wind.
an
afterthought to dreams of bewitching dust,
forgotten
as the hours make their journey
forwards,
creeping quick and sinking slow.
Opens the
dawn in a blitz of pink and yellow,
decadent
in its curtain lift from the blue depths
in which
it has slept the dreamscape of the night.
Little
do we wonder at these everyday marvels,
so often
we have seen them, so seldom gasped in awe.
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