I Made this Poem

I’m so excited about today’s prompt that I can barely control myself. I’m planning to write a poem about AlmaMia Cienfuegos’ grandmother, Sofía. I adore every character I’ve written—they are my children (including the terrible ones)—but Sofía has a special place in my heart. The poem will tell you why… after I write it *cough*.

For Day 9 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Write a poem inspired by something created by you (a story, a painting, a recipe…). I’m dying to read all the different combinations: story and poetry, painting and poetry, sculpting and poetry, tightrope walking and poetry, potion making and poetry, poetry and poetry…


* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you back (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will make the flame burn brighter. I just know it.

A Lost Witchmy flame burns on water and stone

Baring Teeth into the Storm

She wanted
to climb a coconut tree under the rain
and I told her it was a stupid idea;

but she bared her teeth
into the storm,
hugged the slippery tree,
and snaked her bony Self
up and up and up…
while my body shook
in dread for me
or exhilaration for her.

“No permanent harm done,” she said
and I didn’t argue—the scrapes would heal;
and I wanted
the two large coconuts she had claimed
(we were seven that summer).

She wanted
to trust the woman one more time
and I told her it was a stupid idea;

but she flashed a smile
into dark clouds,
spread arms bursting with hugs,
and before I could stop the situation,
the woman broke her hugs
and set her dreams on fire.

“It hurts as much as before,” she said
and I embraced her chest
with my broken hugs and scorched dreams.

Our dreams healed… but our hugs still hurt,
whenever someone asks for our trust
under cloudy skies.

NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 8 – It Hurts, but It Doesn’t Harm: Weave a poem that explores the difference between hurt and harm.

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