Allegro is a cross, nailed to lips its blood a lipstick smile, a heartbeat less than moonlight. Allegro is November joy, the midnight cheer, the goal in unmade beds, the scores of lust. Allegro is enameled dreams.
Today we are doing older prompts at toads, and Margeret have three suggestions, myself I went with Laurie’s allegro prompt. I spent a little bit more than a minute on the poem, but not much more. List poetry goes quick, and can be good as draft for longer ones, basically I interpreted the cheerfulness of allegro as something quite artificial if viewed from the dark side. I will also link this to poetry pantry tomorrow.
September 26, 2015