I tasted the storm
feeding your tongue and my ink
(pure tinder and flint),
screaming, “Let’s spark words of love
hot enough to curl hate’s toes.”
the (not so) wee note…
– I wasn’t going to post today because… well, I’m supposed to be resting. I tried resting… but my mind kept on tapping her foot and glaring… You see, last Saturday, over on Instagram, the folks of Blackout_Poetry_Challenges, um… challenged us to blackout a piece from one of our favorite Instagram poets. I’ve always been taken by @ip_writings. So, of course, I asked her if I could. She said, “Yes you can!” And I did. Then, I stopped by the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and read Sanaa’s prompt. Dear Sanaa invites us to “pick a few words or a short line from a favorite poet” and… well, I’m a sucker for coincidences (which I’m convinced don’t exist). So, I posted the tanka you just read. Yep, that’s how my mind works. Pure madness galore.
my blackout poem