Again one prompt clarifies the other.
“For today’s prompt, write a moment poem.”
“It’s Day 5 of National Poetry Month and today’s poem prompt is Twisted.”
Step into my Parlor
One pungent morning, I was flying—
that’s what I’m called to do
and I do it well—
then my wing sticks,
jerked by clinging threads.
I sputter and twist
but more sticky attraction,
more delicate moments ensnare
until I’m immobilized
by a web of your words.
If only I’d taken a different path,
I wouldn’t be watching the inevitable
prepare to encompass me in trust
and be consumed by love.