Tried the Early Bird prompt of picking one of the chosen words, 'Flute' and writing a poem about it.
As well as the Day 1 Prompt of writing about the plot of a book you read and liked but don't really remember.
The Flute
grace of air and breath and melody
entwine,
harmony
as thought becomes music.
I could get carried away
on notes as brusque as fairy wings
like new leaves budding on trees
a story of life's highs and lows
melancholy or mischief
intricately told by fingers
that move like grasses in a breeze
fluent in flexibility, dream-dappled light show;
a tune to carry within
as whistle or whim.
*Sensitive content*
Plot
There was a tiger, I'm certain of that.
Not just metaphorical, but real.
A stage hand of war. Lesson in a story.
A young girl, wise beyond her years.
Much hardship, violence. Trauma.
I don't know about love.
Love had no currency in those times.
Was there a butcher? A very bad man.
Women suffering. Tale as old as time.
The skulls beneath the ground
how they haunt the present.
The tiger like a flame
flickering through history.
As reality's seams tear,
strength and tenacity.
myth and dream.
-The Tiger's Wife - Tea Obrecht
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