« Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep. ». Laurie Lee
in the dark no words
moths and beetles take to air
I sleep night’s fragrance
dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee’s prose to poetry. Thanks for some great prose to work with. #4
« I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edge, dark and wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt through the air like monkies.» Laurie Lee
thick the grass will grow
wicked green as a forest
where grasshoppers leap
dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee prose to poetry #3
« That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again. » Laurie Lee
drink apple cider
fermented like days of old
brings fire to cheeks
dVerse prompt to make Laurie Lee prose into poem. #2
We hiked to the end of Watchman Trail. Not too red in the face. Not too out of breath just kept going to the top. Then we sat on a rock and eat our lunch surrounded by peaks of Zion.
picnic on the trail
can’t remember what we ate
fed by the beauty
where will you be then
when all the anarchy trucks
deliver their goods?
NaPoWriMo prompt on future after seeing a semi truck on the interstate 15 with the anarchy mask on the side.