My critique group has started doing Monday morning writing prompts, which are a lot of fun. Last week, my friend Stefanie suggested we go here and get three random nouns. I got confidence, broom, and ice cream. And I decided to make them into a poem, since it’s National Poetry Month.
This poem has quite possibly the longest title in the world. It’s just a first draft. Maybe I’ll revise it and post that soon?
What you need to clean up ice cream when you sneak down into the kitchen to eat it while your parents are sleeping and then you spill it all over the floor
a broom,
a mop,
some soda pop,
seven dried out beans,
a towel,
a rake,
an old fruitcake,
four cooking magazines,
a good defense,
some confidence,
your brother’s big green shoe,
angelic eyes,
with fake surprise.
(No one will think it was you.)