Recently, I’ve been watching a lot of sci-fi and horror films with my boys, who both totally love the Universal horror flicks as much as the Steven Spielberg films (E.T., War of the Worlds, Jaws, etc.). Anyway, in many of them, I’ve noticed the movie is based around the concept of an invader coming into an area that is unprepared for someone (or something) new–often, it’s a scary monster with sharp teeth and claws, bolts sticking out of his neck, or, well, you get the idea.
For today’s prompt, I want you to write an “invasion” poem. It doesn’t have to be scary. It can be about how the right person invaded the walls of your heart or mind; how weeds are marching into your flower bed; or the non-stop invasion of Starbucks and Target (some Target locations even have a Starbucks inside the store–talk about spooky).
Here’s my attempt for the day:
“They’re coming to get you”
Kudzu spreads across the south covering
fences, trees and signs–covering the ground
even. And then, from the north, gypsy moths
strike at the hardwood trees–knocking hemlocks
and conifers down without a fight. Bees
begin disappearing, because they’ve had
enough. But cicadas will still rise from
the earth to undress, shake their timbals for
both love and distress–confess their long lives
underground as nymphs were filled with longing
to emerge and live. And when they find life,
they make life, which burrows deep in the dirt
waiting for their chance to some day rise.