So this month’s poetry prompts have come to me late at night. Normally I collect lines throughout the day and see what I can string together when my friend finally pushes the prompt into the light. He was still writing his poem very late and I was tired, but he gave me a hint: a mule that lost its shoe.
What? No really, what? He wanted me to write about a donkey?
As it happened that day, I had not written any lines because I was at work and tending to things after so I had to go into it cold, not that anything I would have gathered could have prepared me for the prompt. I went to sleep and my body woke at the same time it does for work, but without the alarm. Half asleep, the poem came to me. I can’t guarantee it is worth much, but I wrote a poem with a donkey. I did it. That bastard!
Sound the Alarm (5:32 am)
The journey we are on is long
and ensconced in the pages of books,
their history just dreams that seed
fantasies we are unable
to cleanly separate in time.
I am the Sanchez to your Quixote,
following your moves across the landscape
on a donkey named Dapple.
Adding light to the path as well as laughter.
At times my steed disappears,
much like my meaning in this world
and reappears without a shoe
as we limp along together
in our lameness, unashamed.
One thought on “Poem (PAD 2020): Sound the Alarm (5:32 am)”
Ha. Charming. Thank your friend. You did it!!!