Halfway through the Poetic Asides November poem-a-day challenge, I am suffering from prompt fatigue: I’ve written something for today’s prompt, which was “Just when I thought it was safe to…” but another poem is clamouring to be written and let out to play.
Watch this space. Today’s reluctant effort:
Just when I thought I was getting the hang of this poetry lark
he chucks a prompt into the ring that leaves me wordless.
I want to write something else today. What? you ask.
Anything at all that comes into my head
that makes it worthwhile to get out of bed.
I’m on strike, I’m rebellious.
This poem is going nowhere.
What the Hellious