I’ve done a few prompts for a Poem-a-Day Challenge. Here is my attempt from the Day 16, the Mixed Up poem from the Poetic Asides blog. I hope to do and share more.
We three grab hands
and spin! spin! spin!
our skirts bellow,
our white loafers squeak on the dewy grass,
and the parents and brothers
and aunts and uncles turn into streaks
of greens, and yellows and blues
but our faces stay constant
as we pass glances back and forth,
catching each other’s eye
and giggling, squealing and leaning
back to see the spinning sky above
just long enough to believe
this is our world now
and joy of the dizzying rush
will never, never end.