Day seventeen prompt redux

Since i didn,t feel like doing todays prompt and I am very behind I am trying to just do a poem and throw it up on here whatever comes out I redid yesterday,s prompt and actually wrote it to an inanimate object. here goes nothing;

Dear Birdhouse,


We are instructed to make a little birdhouse in our soul. Where does one place such an object when one does not believe in such a theological construct. It supposes a soul has a hole in it, that you could with a thumb, slit it like a fragrant almost human tanned skinned apricot, thumb a space deep inside, a little room for a man to hide or place the birdhouse in afterwards closing the flesh, hiding starlings. Fluttering forever in your soul, the cause of emotional fervour; trapped flight. The birdhouse shrunk as simply as a child perceives their own translucent thumbnail to be the equal if the cresent moon. Romans called the soul the animus; to remind us we are all animals, our arms featherless wings, we have spent our lives as a species relearning how to fly once we were grounded by evolution,

Yours perplexed,



The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

Posted in Anna Percy, NaPoWriMo, NAPOWRIMO Anna

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