Let the imagery carry you, as it did me…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
The Skirt at the Bridge
There are organs for sale these days,
Money to be made, and
A DNA pool just waiting to be tapped into.
Though I prefer friends who are less homogenous;
Like the ones who tower over everyone else, and
The ones who didn’t just slither out of a nuclear pond yesterday.
Single-celled and no teeth are okay with me.
Those poor in spirit will still see their just rewards, and
I always keep my head up looking for that signal…
There, over there, the frail beginnings still shine brightly,
like a skirt lifting in the breeze at the bridge of dawn.