A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry
True Stain
she called it widow poetry.
a dead art. feeble stuff
you’d say to a cat
because there’s nobody else
to talk to.
her language went dry as sand
until one day she read
William Shakespeare’s
The Rape of Lucrece.
the blind fate of language,
she said,
swelled her own words
with heat and light.
today’s prompt word: True (blank)
Written for Writer’s Digest NovPAD Chapbook Challenge. ©Misky 2006-2026. Scomtoma is a partially diminished or degenerated field of vision, ie, a negative space in visual acuity. Photo: the ruins of West Pier, Brighton.
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