Prompt: Write a poem where each line is
a statement and the last line is a question.
April 7/13
The Muses
I know the best people.
We call ourselves The Muses.
I know a woman with a seven foot fairy
costume.
I know a woman who sees fairies.
Another friend uses chunky colours to
evoke happy feelings on canvas.
Some of us write bad drafts together.
One woman uses Pez containers, clay,
and paint to make whimsical statues.
At the coffee shop we drink too much
tea, eat gluten free muffins, and stay too long.
Our creative selves are drawn together,
no matter our ages or backgrounds.
We get together and laugh, though
sometimes we cry.
With these friends, I am safe to be
myself, explore, and play.
Don't you wish you had friends like
mine?
Well, this made me cry! In a good way. Proud to be one who sees faeries, laughs, cries, and gets to hang with you and such an amazing gaggle of muses.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Janet. Thanks for bringing us all together.
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