I’m playing catch-up again.
My Day 8 poem was written in response to a Poetic Asides prompt to write a celebratory poem.
The scent of mothballs
Passed me in the stairwell.
Spring had been released from storage.
Poetic Asides also provided the prompt used for my Day 9 poem, a time of day poem.
Midnight in the Garden of Fear No Evil –
His touch, the moth’s wing,
His words, evergreen.