This morning I woke with a strange
song pinned between my teeth,
tasting of ember
and ash.
I tried
to push it back,
but it stung my withered tongue,
laughed deep as night and escaped.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides, November Chapbook Challenge, day 21.
This feels so real to me – just the kind of thing that happens. My second novel came to me that way – the plot, that is. And two of the best poems I’ve written. All of them waking up about 3 a.m. . Have a happy day