National Poetry Writing Month is upon us again. And so, the dormant writer brain rises from its long rest, and takes the first step toward seeing if it's still any good at this sort of thing...
Today's prompt is based on a book cover. The one I'm working from is here.
_________________________________________________A length of tendon rebounds
like a loaded guitar string -
feels like an "A."
Something dramatic,
poetic,
worthy
of medieval illumination.
Next comes the word,
and it fizzes
under the nails
like an unqualified acquaintance
has wired the socket -
hairs on end,
voltage meter questionable.
But we plough forward.
Plow? No, not yet -
edit later.
For now, the opening salvo,
and the covering fire,
and the last, defining volley.
Ride the lightning.
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