Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on a lesser represented character from a myth or fairytale. I bashed this out in four minutes: I can’t write anymore poems at the moment. Poems are ruining me….
If I am the the undercurrent
If I am the ink that resides in the depths
If I am born from the dust of the bed
Then he is the light. He is the wave
He is the water rocking
My very grave.