Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write poem in the middle of things en medias res. The A to Z Challenge GoodRead’s Quote is for the letter N. The Tale Weavers Prompt courtesy of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie is to write about an unbirthday.
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. — Pablo Neruda
Serve me tea and cut the cake quickly please,
Ensure my tea is cold with no odd hares.
Or rabbit fur, or door mouse flees their.
My unbirthday, she is here — the tease!
She comes most everyday to say ‘breathe!’
You’re not old yet, many unbirthdays left,
Hold your years close to your beating chest.
You look like twenty-five, oh please!
Each and everyday there is chocolate cake,
Loud parties; a mad hatter who is weird,
Yes, the craziesness gets to me some days.
The party is brilliant, but I always peer,
For an escape home en medias res.
Alice is happy with one birthday day.
So back to the town, back to my hills,
No more unbirthdays? Mind left reeling;
Alice’s leaving Wonderland? Sad feeling.
Pictures on walls here are hung straight — be still,
To think on leafy forests dear, woods filled.
The voice of the rain as it falls and it glows,
But I’m too drawn to rabbit holes at will.
Back amidst glamorous parties thrown,
Having left peace a mere second ago,
The town brook, seems a mellenia’s dream.
Same crew in Wonderland serving tea.
Too hot, too cold, to much cake makes me grow,
Back to unbirthday hell — un medias res.
©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.