Blueberry

1. Take a handful of blueberries, toss them one by one, her attention, the prize awarded.
2. They shatter, those berry blue words, like bullet splatter behind her back.
3. Let their juices flow between the cellophane wall separating you from her with her cherry berry dyed hair.
4. Draw your berry blue bloodied finger along the line of demarcation, a line for which you shall never pass.
5. Let her know even though she will not turn to hear, twist to look, let her know you have her back, will you always have her back if she returns.
6. You will have her back at the slightest drop of a single berry blue rolling its escape from the clamshell carton on the kitchen counter, remind her it was a mistake.
7. Your hands stained, guilty for there is no excuse, no words to make amends in the blue puddle of berries gone.
8. Your berry blue words streak sad, speak your words, this be your poem, your truth without remorse, your bloody berry blue words without regret, your poem to her, and to every blueberry lost.

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Author’s Note..

I am drawn to surrealism and find this writing exploration unsettling. This image I painted has always bothered me and I didn’t know where it fit. I think it fits here with today’s prompt. A good practice piece again to push boundaries, experiment.

From NaPoWriMo:

‘Finally, here’s our optional prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram. You can find examples here, and here, and here.”