I can’t believe it’s November and we made it all the way to prompt #45. Since it’s the month of Thanksgiving I want to say how thankful I am for all of you who read or participate in these prompts. It wouldn’t be as fun without you all.
I’m mixing it up a bit this week with a different poetry book for the theme. I have a book titled 1000 Quotable Poems and I used a random number generator to pick page 106. Then I realized the book has volume 1 and volume 2, in a single book, with the second volume starting anew on page 1. So I asked my husband which volume I should use and he said volume 2. There were 2 poems that started on that page, so again I asked him to pick 1 or 2. He said 2, which is a poem titled Kindred by Edward H. S. Terry.
So that’s our theme today: kindred. You don’t have to use the actual word in your poem, but rather write about your kindred. Our kin can be actual, blood relatives, or it can be a group of people with which we share beliefs, attitudes, or feelings.
The paint chip words you have to work with are sea glass, lighthouse, blizzard, plum perfect, chanterelle, outer space, and antique lace. I would like you to use at least 5 of these 7 words and phrases. Bonus points if you use the last 2 in your rhyme scheme.
Here’s my take on kindred. It’s about some of my favorite people. And I used all the words except chanterelle. It would be an understatement to say I don’t like mushrooms and I refuse to put them in a poem about my kindred.
My People Ambling on a rambling beach searching for shells and sea glass, With friends known for thirty years. I bask in the peace and joy. We long to explore the lighthouse down shore with fixtures of brass. No matter where we are, they are my people, the real mccoy. Sitting outside the local DQ eating my favorite creamy blizzard, With sisters known for a lifetime, remembering one of our clan. The day would be plum perfect if once again her voice was heard. Forever they will be my people as it's been since my life began. Gazing up at the night sky, twinkling with stars filling outer space, Holding hands with my sweetie, snuggling to keep ourselves warm. More precious to me than gems and gold, or expensive antique lace, Even to the life everlasting, he is my people, my shelter in any storm.
I can’t wait to read what you all come up with for this one. You can share your kindred poem in the comments. Or if you have your own blog, post it there and share a link in the comments. Be sure to link back here from your post so your readers can come join the fun.