Day 23

Curvaceous C

 

see a circle not closed

 

see a bay for your boat

and a hook to catch fish

under the silver edge

of a quarter moon, make wishes

and bring out your bowl

curved to catch them all

 

yet it is the sly mouth

on a reaping scythe

but like you – the children keep

their jumping over its sag

in the rope

 

it is the arch of your arm

and its comfort calling

and if you are to come to me

you will need to bring

that “C” in your eyes

 

 

Saffron – April 2020

 

 

Prompt:

Write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem.