Today’s example comes from what I saw when I walked out of the house this morning, on my way to Home Depot to buy fill dirt. What’s different for me is that it wasn’t a lightning strike of desire to write fiction, the poetry muse got me instead.
Have you told Victoria your secret?
You lost your panties in a rush.
An insistent impassioned moment?
Perhaps a tumble from your bag?
I guess it doesn’t matter now.
I found them balled up and lonely
On the concrete in front of my home.
Victoria won’t be happy now that
Your secret is out and abroad,
Inspiring a free verse poem from
Your neighbor, the horror author.
For me it was a treat to reveal them.
Unfolded from tragic abandonment,
Smelling of your fabric softener.