New

I’ve turned over a
new leaf so often
that my soul should be
a fine compost by now.

And yet.

Some days I see
a withered vine
(the sight of which
drives me to my
lip balm and
water bottle).

And some days I see
a vast green field
so terrifying that
I can’t speak of it.
Can’t speak.

I think a bonfire is in order.

Or, perhaps,
a new metaphor.

image: djajakarta

Yes, in fact, I did add that last line to make this poem (marginally) fit the Magpie. I woke up this morning with that first line in my head & had to get the poem written down. Then I saw that there was a new Magpie prompt. After wrestling with it all day (well, I had to work as well – ha!) I added one line to the poem instead of changing it. I know you can tell I put a lot of thought into it. (This is where the sarcasm font would be so useful).
 
Anyway, go here to read other offerings that were probably written with the Magpie prompt in mind!