My sister just made several dozen new drawings and National Poetry Month is upon us, so what could be more natural than for me to use her drawings as prompts for my first drafts? Don't worry, I won't post the results every day -- except on my blog, Shiva's Arms.
This is my kickoff poem, and it goes with the attached drawing, about the end of a dry spell:
For months she crisscrossed
a hot dry path
until her lips split
and she called out for comfort.
The rains came and she opened her mouth
greedy for each drop that filled her.
She was a river
and fish leapt from her
until her hook was baited
and she became the worm.