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simmering in my own stew
on this Thanksgiving day
I think about the way
my family of origin
served up problems at the table
an unpalatable side dish
promoting indigestion
no wonder my son never enjoyed
visiting my family for dinner
I was so used to the tension
I didn't think much about it
"So what did you do today, Failed Daughter?"
"I quit my job at the casino."
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
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notes and prompts used
Prompt: Write an Ekphrastic poem.
The selected image:
Evening, Melancholy I
1896
Edvard Munch
(Norwegian, 1863–1944)
Norway
Woodcut hand colored with watercolor
Prompt:
Write a family poem.
My family of origin had a lovely habit of discussing problems at the dinner table.
Go to the last poem (or flash or whatever your thing is) that you wrote.
Use the last line of it as your first line today.
OR
Use the first line as your last line. (Seven lines minimum.)
If you are feeling particularly masochistic, start with the end AND end with the beginning.
I was feeling particularly masochistic.
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