April is National Poetry Writing Month! The challenge is to write a poem every day of the month. I’m using prompts from Writer’s Digest and Kelli Russell Agodon’s list. Occasionally, I may use my own prompt ideas as well.
Write a hide-out poem.
Three of us were boys, and Amy, who may as well have been
for how she relished summer dust and bloody elbows,
racing speed and foolishness enough to win.
But her lips were rounder and she sometimes cursed
when she could not be invincible enough
for her liking.
I noticed her hair, too; dark, solid brown and straight.
Short enough to keep out of her face for fighting,
but still whipping at her neck as we pedaled like steeded knights,
to the dirt paths and jumping slopes behind the neighborhood,
the topographical leavings of the new Mansell Road
The dewey glaze of June coated our skins and I pedaled slower
left behind in the echo of “too slow!” tauntings
from the other two, and Amy alongside me.
“Don’t you want to catch up with them?” I asked
“I’m tired of trying to keep up with them today,”
she said, and her armor clattered to the asphalt.
Wind lashed about our ears as we coasted,
the boys now out of sight and oblivious to this new game
we had started, and we rolled in silence to the playground
a deserted kingdom in the heat of noon, climbed
the tower above the searing slide, and sat together in the battlements
a new renegade consortium, confessing treason
the only way out, down.