Before we get into the prompt, I just want to let everyone know about the new WD Poetic Form Challenge. This time around, we're covering the lune. Click here to check out the guidelines.
For this week's prompt, write a confined spaces poem. Someone or something could be confined in a space against their will. Or someone or something could be confined in a space on purpose (for instance, a vampire closing itself in a coffin every morning). Or you could take this prompt in a whole different direction.
Here's my attempt:
Consider the moon as its light reflects
off her hair. Consider her smile as she
never doubts the beat of your heart. Expect
fantasy, but accept reality.
In the end, you're the one filled with doubt that
never ends. She considers your large feet
even as you feel there's nowhere to stand.
Don't fret. Find a bench. Offer her a seat.
Slide your arm across the top without once
putting a hand on her. Look in her eyes
and remember how you ended up here.
Consider the moon and her smile, you dunce.
Even as her face is framed by fireflies
she just wants your kiss, your words in her ears.
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