I haven't written much poetry since NaNoWriMo took over my (very limited) writing time, but this week I decided to return to the prompts at Carry on Tuesday. This prompt (#31) was one that spoke to me more than the last few, so I thought I'd see what words and images spun out of the prompt.
The prompt is the opening line of "Touch" by Octavio Paz:
"My hands open the curtains of your being."
So here is my contribution -- a hurried one, only in second draft form:
Her handsLet me know what you think, okay? I welcome ideas for improving this rough version. I'll probably take it to our Writers' Workshop next month, too, for feedback and ideas.
opening the curtains
of his being.
Trying to peer into
she can see nothing --
her eyes plundering
the black velvet depths.
Not one shimmer
brings her a hint
she draws the
so that he will
Copyright 2009 by Susanne Barrett