(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.
© 2020 Abruvanamedsly
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.
© 2020 Abruvanamedsly
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