Day two. NaPoWriMo: family portrait.

Finding a space to write today was challenging. Not entirely happy with these, but like most writing, it's getting it on the page that matters. Then comes the refining, the fire.

Scarlet Runner

With you, it was Yahtzee,
Ice chips
And a crown (much too large).
Dimples and fire.

We gasped
March wind in our lungs
Music between our lips.

You always turned away
  Clinging, reaching outward
 Never  back,.

Rambunctious vine
in my breast
 turned to the sun.


Honey Locust

Deep
Bound into rock
Green burning,
Iron hard
With youthful thorns
I knew you wouldn't stop
Until you bloomed.


Anita Hunt
4/2/16