prompt 155 A red-letter day
Welcome back. You’ve described the usual. Now describe a red-letter day. It could be a recollection or it could be a reference. Or it could be just about feeling special. In fact that is what you should actually aim for. What made the protagonist feel special? What is indelible? The day the protagonist discovered a passion for something maybe. It can be a public occasion. It can be completely internal. You may wish to take one element from the first poem and develop it. And just to jazz things up, and if it fits the story of your protagonist, drop the name of a celebrity. You know, it could add some razzmatazz or glamor and perhaps, glamor is what the protagonist needs. Substitute glamor as needed. A margarita?
So this is the second poem in the series.
You can link your poem to this post once it’s written. You have all week to write. Next Thursday, we’ll see you for a new prompt. Hint hint: It’ll have to feature the protagonist. The idea is that the protagonist will somehow tie all your poems together so there’s a kind of storyline going on. We’ll explore. We’ll make the ordinary extraordinary.
Amanda, Gina and Michelle
Frida has been down
Can’t sleep
Gory Cleveland story
Three women
Thoughts twisted
No woman can draw a breath
Be unaffected by the horror
In blood and bone
Bound
Torture
Theft of self
Ten years
Ten long years
They did what they had to
They saw their chance
They broke away
Freedom
This was a red letter day
Imprisionment
Was not their choice
Innocence was stolen
Let no one take it away
Freedom for Frida makes
A red letter day
note: No, this was not what I thought I would write about, but it is so awful, it must be spoken. When your Mother tells you not to get into a car with someone, anyone, listen.
annellannell 
ugh. what a story eh? twists my guts…
i am glad they found their way out to freedom
can hardly imagine…and i read an article that this
guy is scared now…whatever…
Yes, I think that is how most people felt. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I remember being approved once a long time ago…This guy said I’d be just write for the movie he was making. But even back then I sensed trouble. Especially when I said I’d have to ask my dad first and saw this grimace on his face. Luckily I was on a bike and just pedaled away as fast as I could.
Thanks as always for your visits. The first piece to this series is here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/05/amused-we-write-poems-154.html
(Only if you are interested – no obligation).
What a good little girl you are! Thanks again. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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That was a long time ago…sorry about the wrong words…approve for approach, write for right…I wasn’t quite awake yet.
Thanks for all the links…I was able to visit your art space. Wow! Since best wishes at continuing to do what you enjoy in both art and writing.
I think I understood….sometimes the fingers have a mind of their own…happens to everyone. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Glad they found freedom, Annell.
Pamela
I like how you related freedom to Frida. It’s topical too.
Different hues….
The thought of this just twists my stomach.
This poem — and the story out of Cleveland — reminds me of a lyric from one of Live’s songs, Pillar of Davidson: “Warm bodies, I sense, are not machines that can only make money”. Clearly Frida gives articulation to the horror she feels.
-Nicole