This month, I’m tagging along with Christie, Margaret, Jone, Mary Lee, and other writers to play with poetry for National Poetry Writing Month. I’ll be creating poems using haikubes, metaphor dice, magnet poetry, paint chips and anything else that catches my fancy. Today, I got to play with my new metaphor dice for the first time.
Poetry is a reluctant wedding gown,
preserved in plastic,
hidden at the back of the closet.
Unlike the denim and khakis,
it’s not for everyday wear.
The delicate rhyme of its silks and satins,
its lacy stanzas too precious to touch,
its words are tiny pearl buttons
that catch in the throat.
Elegiac exhibit on display,
then safely stored for another year.
©Elisabeth Ellington (2019)
the dirigible plum 
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