Today’s prompt was to write a friend of a friend poem, either in the voice of the friend of a friend or about that person. Writing about a friend of a friend threw me for a few minutes. But, this was great practice at disassociating myself from the poem itself, keeping it from becoming sentimental, which a writing teacher of mine said was imperative for good poetry.

“The Lady On the Bridge”

I only saw what he told me—

Her violet hair in the moonlight,

face painted with thorns,

crying for silence,

arms and feet in an

arabesque leap,

voice catching on the

mooring line

snug around her neck.

(photo courtesy stock.xchng)

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“The lady on the bridge”

Speak to me of thoughts unspoken.

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