a jet cuts across the blue
carrying bodies in its metal womb
to be delivered somewhere else
Napowrimo Day 30 prompt: “I’d like you to try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion.“
With thanks to the jet that flew over my house while I was feeling creatively blocked!
Napowrimo comes to a close with the passing of today. I’m quite happy with myself for writing a poem every single day of April. It’s a first!
Until next year, may your fingers be ink stained and your laptop not crash. Keep writing! 😊