Poetry | Poetry Writing Prompt
Creeper in a Parking Lot
A free verse poem, followed by a prompt
fumbling keys, I feel a creeper, perched high in the cab of a white truck.
it’s scabby Old Scratch eyeball hair braided and beribboned — a real genteel guy.
his bloodless rasp an incantation whispered — Black Shuck hunts in the dark trees
demons loose in a chilled firefight while my arms are full of health —
bold impatience sniffling and grunting
An Incident with the Devil
you know, lentils and such — in brown grocery bags, I cross to my car,
I am not fooled. I bold stare back.
His mouth pulls tight to hide lacerated skin wrapped taut around his teeth.
Author’s note: This poem was written during the course of frenzied poetry writing known as NaPoWriMo — National Poetry Writing Month. Each April — which is National Poetry Month — poets decide to drive themselves mad (or possibly heal themselves whole) by writing a poem a day for 30 days.
This poem came from a prompt — take three poems you’ve written and combine them into one new poem. I must say, I like this new poem much more than the three original poems. If you have a folder full of poetry, as I do — some of it really bad poetry — try this. Take three unfinished (or just unloved) poems and give them new life by Frankenstein-ing them together. If you accept this challenge and publish the result somewhere on Medium, tag me in it so I can read and clap for you.
