prompt 155 A red-letter day

MAY 8, 2013

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



Theft of self

Ten years

Ten long years

They did what they had to

They saw their chance

They broke away


This was a red letter day


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.

11 thoughts on “May 10, 2013 We Write Poems

  1. 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…

  2. 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:
    (Only if you are interested – no obligation).

  3. 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.

  4. 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.


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