After the Plague
the locusts got their dander
up, fine display of fallen
honey fluff edged the streets where
I breathed free as I had yearned
these months of masks. Oh joy! Blithe
fearless sneeze into the crook
of my vaccinated arm.
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I really enjoyed this poem! It’s full of surprises, and I liked the middle/slant rhyme qualities of “dander/up” and “honey fluff” together
Same, also love the line breaks on dander and blithe. Those create real drama.
Like “blithe” and “fearless” as a combo.
You’ve caught the moment (or it flew into you), Pauletta!
Your line breaks are very interesting (and good) This is a great line because it contains the constraint of the masks (pain and restriction) with the joy and whimsey of freedom and release.
……..these months of masks. Oh joy! Blithe
Thanks! It is a 7×7, which means 7 syllables in each of its 7 lines. So the tough part is getting those to work.
Dander up, honey fluff, fearless sneeze.
Love it, Pauletta.
Best line ever! : Blithe
fearless sneeze into the crook
of my vaccinated arm.
Loved hearing this last night; nice seeing it, and savoring
“fallen/Honey fluff.”
Bless you!
Love the 7×7 challenge. You did it wonderfully. It will be fun to try this. I hope no one disturbs me this evening.
7 x 7! I forgot about that one.
Great poem, Pauletta. Still teaching me, as always.
Fearless sneeze, captures so much