Today’s poem is, once again, from Rachel McKibbens’s treasury of fantastic writing exercises, this time #67. Rachel, thank you–you are saving my life over here!
Finally there is room in one town
for two gunslingers.
The governess fends off her master
and marries the mad lady locked away.
The dislikable climber deranged by speed and testosterone
is brought to safety.
The dying mother confesses she annealed her son’s heart
to prevent him from probing the cracks in her own,
and she lives.
The warrior wins his battle and
both of his loves.
The ship docks with its crystal intact
and everyone disembarks ahead of the hurricane.
The silver cloud shaped like a fish
tears a piece off its back to feed to the wind.
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Thanks for reading, dear Readers. Please stay tuned for a recap of NaPoWriMo in a day or two!