Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asked for “poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. A spell, for example.” I liked that example, and mashed it with the Poetic Asides prompt asking for a “family” poem. This one was strange and mysterious for me, as I so rarely attempt to write anything with rhyme.
Strand of hair shines
with mother’s mothers’ whim
Strength of fifty golden
mothers before them.
Drop of carmine blood
we grow, share and shed.
Dancers in the shadows
of a full moon, red.
Never silent, mother’s mothers,
even shackled voices swell
humming in the pulse
stories born to tell.
Glint in daughters’ eyes,
lines etched on their skin.
Mother’s mothers’ journey
4 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo – Day 8”
I really like this. I especially like how you repeated “Mother’s Mothers” as it feels awkward at first, but gains clarity and strength as the poem progresses.
I appreciate that, because it was awkward to write, too. So many apostrophes!
From your title on – this has a beautiful rhythm
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