Wednesday, April 9th, 2014
For today’s prompt, write a shelter poem.
This house here
And all the others—
High rise, ranch, Victorian farmhouse—
Need to be painted,
Re-roofed, maintained.
Front doorstep crumbles,
Cobwebs drape ceilings,
Walls grow faded and worn.
Inside we huddle
Swathed in bathrobes
Gathered around our flickering screens.
I could live in a melon crate
slats wide open to let in rain.
Gammelor Goodenow