Apparently it’s national poetry writing month, so Rob’s too busy writing poetry to bother with Writer’s Island prompts… however I’ve decided to do my own prompt, so here it is.
I see him in the garden
Wandering around, eyes fixed on the sky
Translucent words spilling from his mouth, washing over the edges
To form a layer of mud which hardens in the sunshine
Like an extra eggshell, a coating of brittle pieces
A poem confused?
He still shakes his head and yawns, his open mouth cavernous
The garden twinkles around him, perhaps starry skies meeting the grass
I don’t know, I can’t tell - who am I?
I’m no one, I don’t matterI’m just a poet confused.