Day 5

For today’s prompt, write a poem about something before your time. Maybe it’s a certain time in history. Or a type of music. Or a story that was shared by friends or

Mustard Sandwiches - a wobbly pantoum (gotta start somewhere... rebooting WriterSelf, these things: stretches).  and so...



Mustard Sandwiches 

If she never told me
Would it never have happened?
My father, so many belted bones,
walking, alone, from Germany to Paris.

Would it never have happened?
The light on his fine hair as he stepped onward
Walking, alone, from Germany to Paris
bending for water in an open creek with tiny white flowers bordering

The light fine on his hair as he stepped onward
and weary, slumped against a storeshop window,
blading mustard onto stale bread, later
bending for water in an open creek with tiny white flowers bordering

And weary, slumped against a storeshop window,
Inside the fat frau was buying cake, taking change.
Blading mustard onto stale bread,
he walked, so many belted bones, to Paris.

In the sunlight, direction.  To be there.  To see.
If she had never told me, would he have been
My father, so many belted bones.