Monday, 11 April 2016

Pink fir apples

Today is the day when writing came hard, writing for Day 11 of NaPoWriMo. None of this waiting for your Muse, I had to drag myself to the keyboard.  So using a prompt from Napowrimo - describe an object or place, and finish with a philosophical statement - here is another draft poem.


Laid in the spare room
wrinkled alien embryos in a cool
incubator I carry them unbruised ...

For the non-gardeners among you, pink fir apples are a variety of potato, that I would recommend you try growing and eating.

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