Ghosts are the way we remember– the salt cheese we ate made of river fog and tears
on the beach where quahogs and oysters opened mouths sparkling with seaweed miracles, and we were full of longing—so much–
like the cyclops unbidden, unhidden, un-sniffed by truffle pigs, one-eyed defeaters, the eaters of snouts. But we heard their songs, pungent as cloves, flying
on owls’ wings, as the artillery shot flowers above your head. and made puddles at your feet, and, you slid into their mercurial waves, falling, falling, now do you remember?
Today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt was to write a surrealistic poem inspired by words in the given list. We were asked to write questions about the words we chose, and then base a poems on the answers. I just used the words as a prompts for a surrealistic poem.
My poem “A Dream” is up in the Ekphrastic Review’s Challenge using the above painting, “The New Bucephalus” by Edgar Ende. My thanks to editor Lorette C. Luzajic. I’m in good company this time with friends Kerfe Roig and Kim Russell. You can read all of the poems here (mine is near the end).