Regard the sliver moon: she cloaks herself in royal purple and smiles to the east, and so we must look that way too, for romance and secret notes and the unhurried chivalry of a rising sun. Listen to the colours of wakening, their flesh, their breath... And pen those words: Love and wilt and the muscular blossoming of a season, its pendulous tide. Feel its bruises with your tongue and then roll, heady as music, in the wist of dawn's departure, watery and weak into the insipid blue. Behold your page. An essence caught… intransigent.
Written in response to the NAPOWRIMO Prompt: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram.”