Monday, 25 April 2016

POEM - Hope

Today, I used the #NaPoWriMo prompt where you take the first line of a famous poem, and use it as the first line in a new poem. I used one of Emily Dickinson's first lines:

Hope is a thing with feathers
And scales
And tentacles.
Antennae and mandibles
Whiskers and
Opposable thumbs.

Hope is a thing with fingernails
And skin and fur.
Hooves and a swim bladder.
Lop-sided nostrils
And too many teeth.

Hope is a thing with
Eyes everywhere
And fingers in all the pies.

Hope is a thing with
Transparent wings.
Gills and blubber,
Blind optimism
And creeping self-doubt.

Hope is a thing with venom
Hope is a thing with
The power to change your mind.

Hope is a thing with as
Many penises
As you want.
With wheels and jet-packs
And yellow, go-faster stripes.
Hope is a thing without
Hope.

Hope is always evolving into
Exactly what you need.
Fins and a tail
Or wings
Or the strength to get through
One more day.

Hope is a thing with feathers.

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