It's Still Life

 
I.
Lilies

I stood tiptoed,
looking down the throat
of a white trumpet flower.
It was open. Wide.
As a hungry child,
or a belligerent baby bird.
Stamens bright as a sunset,
deep as a vein.

Lilies.
Spilling white everywhere.
All over Grandma’s coffin.
Couldn’t stop looking at them,
haunted by flowers.
I was afraid
to look at Grandma —
all dead like that.

I remember,
on tiptoes creased
my patent leather shoes.
Mum fixed them later,
a swipe of Vaseline.
Mum’s never stopped
making things far better.

for PA AprPAD Day 3: Stop and Don’t Stop and Twiglet #70

II.
Bunny Blues

My chocolate bunny
unsettled my tummy,
so I drank down some seltzer –
and I’m feeling much better.

poem form: Clerihew aabb. Written for Gnomes, Day 2 

III.
Nonsense Titles for NaPoWriMo Day 2

“Red Rusty Soup and Two Crackers”, “Toast & Coffee”, “Cherry-Flavour Push Pins”, “A Man in an Orange Jacket”, “Black Is the New High-Vis”.

IV.
A List Poem: [to follow … tomorrow maybe]

It’s National Poetry Write Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.