(8/30) Emerald Grey

The Prompt for Day 8: create a poem using a line or two from a Twitter bot poetry account. I chose this Tweet generated by Sylvia Plath bot’s Twitter ---> In sullen light of the inauspicious day


In sullen light of
the inauspicious day

I bone glide across
a plateau of pain

architect arterial
foreboding 

tie my stomach in
reef knots

tear the sound from
butterfly wings

watch Spring commit suicide;
eat stale rainbows

let each rain drop stab me
turn into a wound sea

wash ashore on a desolate
beach of emerald grey sand

tides picket fence rocks;
birds hum King of Sorrow.



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