wear the yellow wellies

pray for rain, for darkest sun

say the word storm til it hums, honey

in the base of your tummy

hurry-flurry from home

wear the yellow wellies, silly

the spotted overalls, the lightning gnomes

everyone forgets to

. . . . .

pack only a ring of bells

one ( or two ) cracks of shells

a smack of berg-a-mots and cloves

three ( or four ) knocks and shoves

for good luck

smatter in some syllables

shuck some pebble-marbles

for kicks and giggles

then

. . . . .

leave them out on the porch

bring a torch

go insid

where you hid

as a kid

flash-splash beam-scream mutter-whisper

call to all your jammy jars of sea foam whiskers

tickles

you kept for later

watch

cock your ear

the path is clear

corkscrew your self to where you are young

find the poem – ( fully-fledged )

bouncing on your tongue – right at the edge

left right where you left it

catch its skin in your pearly teeth

like light from the storm beneath

bubble up, laughing

in your teacup, paddling

.

not a haiku

.

https://www.napowrimo.net

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NaPoWriMo day 4: write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram. You can find examples here, and here, and here.