Updated: Apr 22
Today is day four of our April Challenge, and it looks harder and harder, or better said, it’s becoming even more abstract. Today’s prompt is, if you allow me a quote “The poem could be about making a wish or granting a wish. It could focus on the fallout from a wish granted or denied.” A wish.
This one made me think hard, although I feel like I said this every single time. A wish…
Without further ado, this is my take on A Wish Poem:
On the other side of the window, you hear a flutter of wings. It’s known to you and you ignore it. It flutters and flutters until you’ve had enough, “What now?” you yell at the poor creature, only wanting to warm you up. “This,” it starts afraid of you, “this is my dust.” It says spreading its wing as long as they could stretch, touching the clouds and the rooftops of the distant blocks. “My dust is your wish from the other night. You’re free to use it last.” A movement was enough for it to fly away, but you were stuck in the sticky dust of pollen and clay. You move your arm, and one of your legs, trying to reach the pavement, trying to get out. The dust gets more and more, and terrified, you see it multiply until your nose nearly touched the sky. “What now?” you ask the near-by cloud.
With this poem, I remembered there is such a thing as a prose-poem, and I must admit, I like this one. I dare say, I can touch my ideas better when I use a prose format, but since it is a poem challenge, prose-poem would do.
The idea of this poem came from unwanted gifts, which in turn are related to what one really wants. The fluttering being is one that grants wishes or gives the person what they really want, but for those who are impatient, it brings only dust.
It also doesn’t have a title. I always feel like prose-poems look strange with a title, so I left it unnamed.
Hope you like this one, and I shall see you tomorrow!