"It was a dark and stormy night, but we'd heard that line before."
Now, for the record here Billy, in giving me that line, you've also given me too much credit, trusted me far too much, but I promise I've done my best not to besmirch the newly born rosey cheeks of the Poetisphere blog! So here we go:
Dark and Stormy
It was a dark and stormy night,
but we'd heard that line before
so I spoke instead of lilacs
or lilies cradling May at dawn.
And I told her of morning glories
in a garden where death
is an intentional catachresis,
as much a malapropism as
the language of nature,
when it constructs April sentences
for a November stroll -
as undeniably wrong as an ivory casket,
twenty four square inches of snow
unforgettable against the umber August earth.
To that, we prefer a dark and stormy night.
Now I'm passing along this torch to Trebuchet at legwarmers, and the opening line I offer up is:
"The clock runs in the shadowsTags:
as well as in the light"
Inspired by The Practice of Poetry.