It's Still Life

Cow On The Road

The old cow
stands in the rain,

elementally green,
singing its vapours

and eating bruised
red fuchsia bells.

Its song’s nothing special,

no stories, news,
no talk overheard,

and it devours
our views of

luminous doom,
and just listens.

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Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 28: write a concrete poem. I spent all morning trying without success. There’s a limit to how much punishment one poet needs to inflict on oneself. I used a word processor in the end, and took a screenshot. Header image: That’s not my cow, but the photo is. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter