Today's the 14th day of the 2012 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem and I get to contribute the 14th line!
If you are reading this
you must be hungry
Kick off your silver slippers
Come sit with us a spell
A hanky, here, now dry your tears
And fill your glass with wine
Now, pour. The parchment has secrets
Smells of a Moroccan market spill out.
You have come to the right place, just breathe in.
Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow. Now, breathe out
last week’s dreams. Take a wish from the jar.
Inside, deep inside, is the answer…
Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,
...Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?
A little nod to the events of 100 years ago tonight. Take it away Ruth!
The complete schedule of contributors is on the left-hand side of the page. Keep following along--we're only half-way there! Thanks to Irene Latham for getting us started on this unique project!