Time to start another poem-a-day challenge. Let’s get this party started!
For today’s prompt, write a day after poem. For instance, today is the day after Halloween in our house, but the poem could be the day after any event. Maybe it’s the day after a wonderful event, or it could be the day after a horrible event. I hope to see you the day after writing today’s poem.
The Mornings After
Sweeter the parties themselves
- the mornings after
walking in the garden
late, in a robe, with coffee
a table still flecked with food from a feast
some soggy crackers
and bottles with one swallow left or none
and candles that had melted on to the patio
had been blown out - suddenly in the middle of the set
when the flame caught a paper plate
and sprung to life in a scare
- the wax now looking like a gladiola
dropped from Titania's loose bouquet
as she went off
late late
to sleep in the hammock
between the eucalyptus
music, laughter still in her ears
the moon lighting her all night long as if
the glow came from within
as if from the love of family and friends.
When she woke, she would see
that was so and the soft cracker
on her tongue
was the blessing
ongoing.
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