There's a temperamental rainbow
he's seen, peeking out now and again, when
not shyly hid in cumulus cubbies.
He might, he can, win a sparkly trust,
luring it to him, between rainy bouts,
with promises of mood-altering
medication. Then, clapped with a lightning
clout, he'll stuff it in ten-gallon tubs
to struggle, bawl, and futilely fill
his deviant's plan. For in that muffle
of tinted pleas, its droppered breath will
condense against lids clamped-down tight,
and bottoms can collect sunny flavors
he needs to slather on the lolling
tongue of his too humdrum day-to-day.
This is the third day of NaPoWriMo. The ReadWritePoem.org prompt for today is to write about your fears. Well, who isn't afraid of rainbow abduction?
7 comments:
This is nice! I love the imagery; the use of language! "For in that muffle / of tinted pleas, its droppered breath..." is very good. It will be fun following the NaPoWriMo with you!
A lot of vivid imagery and wonderful assonance/consonance throughout.
beautiful... the sight of a rainbow shall never be the same... in posse
@Kay Thank you. I look forward to following along with you too.
@Poemblaze I'm glad the sounds came through. The poem-a-day deadline is definitely challenging.
@OneMore I hope it doesn't spoil rainbows for you.
nice one Francis...for sure nice imagery....thanks for sharing this
Lots of colourful phrasing, Francis!
Thanks Wayne and Derrick. I really appreciate the feedback.
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