Technically it is Day 8 of NaPoWriMo, but I’m off prompt because it wasn’t really my style today. The prompt I used was actually one from a list of poetry prompts from Kelli Russell Agodon. It prompted me to, “Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of words
in a poem.” The closest book was a tattered copy of Anne of Green Gables, set on the end table after the last family read aloud. I used all 10 of the words that caught my eye on page 29 and, since Anne is every bit as obsessed with blooming trees as I am, it’s another spring poem.
Revery of Revelry
A brief, blushing dream of a single fierce cherry tree bathed in blossoms sprang up last night tucked between the ink of midnight and the first flirt of dawn. And we danced, she and I, skipping and twirling sprite and sapling girl and grovelette. Spring unhindered for a moment. -A revery of revelry- Until she receded back through the veil and I woke blinking back her clever spell my hands empty jolted by the sudden retreat of an extinguished dream a relinquished wish my lost playmate clapped back to the now martyred by this violent relapse of reality.