Incomprehensible title, old meme, sorry lads.
Escapril's been going on and I'd so proud to announce I gave up after two days! For those who don't know, Escapril is basically nanowrimo or inktober for poets. You write a poem a day. It was created by one of my favourite poets, Savannah Brown.
I haven't published any poetry in a while so figured I'd share the two poems I wrote for escapril. The titles are the respective prompts. I like the first poem, the second...not so much.
"Dawn"
When I break,
I break like dawn,
Spilling over your horizons
A promise of something new,
of warmth, of colour.
I tell you I'll paint your skies,
tint you pink with shaky hands.
I'll pull blue from my stomach, drag it from my body and cradle you inside it.
I'll entrap light just for you, clasp it in my hands, let its rays spill over your skin.
But nighttime is your lover, she loves you so naturally.
In your eyes, she's a million shades of divinity,
And for you, she'll birth twice as many stars as usual.
You unravel my colours, seeking the bruised hues of black and midnight blue.
You rip into my light, diluting my mellow gold into silvered moonlight.
I bleed afterglow.
But you never were a morning person, anyway
"Growth/Decay"
In the garden where nothing grows
The soil stays sick.
In the garden that's become a graveyard
I tiptoe.
These hands,
How they sculpt ponds
Digging into the crackling, yellowed grass, leaving a gaping hole in the earth.
I fill the shallow with regurgitated water from my own throat
I feed this garden like a mother.
These hands,
How they cradle clay,
Molding birds for the skies, worms for the earth, bees for the plants.
I coax seeds from the ground, beckoning them with featherlight touch,
And then the girl becomes a rainstorm,
I quench this long-lasting drought.
These hands, my hands
Built growth from the decay
