Once upon a time,
they danced. Graced the stars
from A to Z, poemed in tercets.
An opening act of smile
and frown, they dip and weave
in all dog star sirius-ness,
watch their reflections pen
prime haiku in inky (anti)-form.
Pretend Orion’s watching.
They’re Persephone and Hades,
earth and fire, centered storm –
a vital heartbeat’s symphony.
She’s good, he’s bad. Or is it vice
-versa (major), minor shine along
these star-struck traveled streets?
How to win her over? He says
my step and sway should say
it all. Appalled,
she says it’s all in the way we
dine upon this feast of love and
hate, stir it still
and bow, in thanks. He dips,
she stands. Still holding hands,
they bend. The end.
In November, we poemed. This remix is #TheOneWithAllThePrompts.