For Friday 12th November:
As I'd gotten a few prompts this week, I thought I'd look one up for myself and found this one online: write about a very small object. I chose the necklace my father gave me for my wedding.
Here's the first draft of a few of the stanzas (correct for accuracy if needed):
In the pockets of his wedding suit
he'd found grains of rice and
pieces of bird seed that had been thrown.
Together with the broken amethyst
he enclosed them all in a glass locket,
hung from a braided chain of gold.
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2 comments:
I don't think I've told you how much I love this image and sentiment...really nice!
Thanks, sasqi! I think my dad's the real poet on this one--I've never forgotten the story of making this locket.
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