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Any time I’ve worked based on prompts, I usually sit around until right before the deadline waiting for some sort of inspiration, then, while the last moment ticks by, have some decent idea and the poem done. This week’s Poetry Thursday prompt was a little different for me. I had a lot of half-formed ideas and images that would not coalesce into a poem. I suppose I should not complain about the stable of metaphors that will slowly ripen in the corners of my mind. And then I wrote the poem below; it only has the line “An Open Window” as the title because it was written typed at the top of the page as motivation and I didn’t have any better titles come to mind.
You draw the curtains
as I stand in the doorway.
They rustle slightly
as a summer breeze
caresses your skin.
You shiver.
I watch as your jewelry
is carefully laid in its box
and your clothes
are heedlessly dropped to the floor.
The night is warm
but the breeze is cool;
your hair dances.
My clothes join yours
and we slip our bodies
between sheets and days,
memory and dream.
What memories and dreams!!
the final line brings it home - nice!
i like the idea of the clothes being joined,,, in a place where they wait for the wearers to do the same… lovely….
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