Yes, it’s me again. One foot out the door and flinging words together.This is in response to Joseph Harker’s Reverie Eight: a cast of thousands. Stop by to read what is there, or to try the prompt yourself.
This is me, putting my money where my mouth is. I seem to remember, lo, these many weeks past, that I was pushing putting up for scrutiny anything we had arrived at, in response to Joseph’s prompts, no matter how rough and drafty we thought it. Here I go. Having been born to revise, I changed the order of some lines and substituted ‘crosshatching’ for ‘crisscrossing’ as I typed.
I’m answering the nature part of the prompt [no trees in the coffee shop.]. The red tree is very much how I see my mother. As soon as I saw it, I linked the two, but haven’t decided, yet, on structure for the poem.
pulled for revision
Anything that strikes you, do say. Inspiration, or the next nudge, comes from everywhere.
Now, I’m gone. Really.