Day Eight

…and I slept
as sun warmed
jeweled buds into bloom,
sweet essence
promising fruition

…and I slept
after fox medicine
crossed our path,
lean long legs dipped in black,
tail pointed in white,
snout headed east
up wooden fence,
six feet a simple hop,
a tightrope balance
across wooden planks
then gone

…and I slept
under waxing gibbous
moon soon to ripen full
with dog and groom
still, embraced in
night’s slumber

…and I slept

Author’s Note:

Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo:

“And now for our (optional) prompt. Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word. Need a couple of examples? Try “The Bells” by Edgar Allan Poe, or Joy Harjo’s “She Had Some Horses”. Poe’s poem creates a relentless, clanging effect through the repetition of the word “bells,” while Harjo’s repeated use of the phrase “she had some horses” and variations thereof gives her poem poem its incantatory effect, while also deepening its central philosophical conceit of what things are the same and what things are different.”