Thursday, April 11, 2013

Padded (No. 11, NaPoWriMo 2013)

motherly, tender,
you held out my new jacket,
helped me with the sleeves,
then fastened all those buckles
behind my back, my arms crossed



shabby girl said...

Oh, dear.

KnitSix said...

Hi, again! This is also a "prompt-generated poem." Over on the #NaPoWriMo website, they post one every day.

I approach poetry similarly to my fiction writing--an opportunity to tell a story, paint a word picture, evoke visceral reactions. Poetry is strong stuff because all that happens in a very brief space.