Twiglet #224

moon rises

A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.


22 thoughts on “Twiglet #224”

  1. Moon Orange

    Before we were wise to its carcinogenic ways
    sassafras would cut itself into sticks
    of carrot orange and smuggle into the country
    stores in the fall with apples and pumpkins.
    The smell of it: wild
    and mellow, bitter
    and clean, too. Like some men
    I would later come to know–
    alcoholics, scrubbed like dishes,
    faces polished to reflect your hopes
    and your despair when need
    crawls up into their eyes
    like an orange moon climbing
    from the oaks and bare-branched sassafras.

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  2. Try #2: A somewhat iffy sonnet.

    The Turn

    Back in those days
    when darkness
    filled my head
    like an anchor,

    and memories
    clung in strips
    like demons’ hair,
    back in those days

    when calendars
    and clocks mattered,
    I never noticed
    the moon’s

    rising head, turn
    and smile at me.

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