Hello, and welcome to the final 15 Words or Less Poems of the year! This is a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here.
Walking to the mailbox with Jack is always an adventure. Trying to corral him while unlocking the mailbox with a tiny key that I have on a lanyard around my neck, and then trying to gather up all the mail, in the dark, while Jack winds himself around and around the pipe that’s the base of the mailbox stand–all while standing in the road–is a little stressful. A couple of weeks ago, I was looking for my gloves because it was frigid out. Couldn’t find them anywhere, and I knew I had them earlier in the night. Remembered I wore them to check the mail and hustled back to the mailboxes a couple blocks away. Sure enough, there were my gloves, sitting in the snow. Whew! (It wouldn’t have been the first pair of nice leather gloves I’ve lost :>/ ) They looked so stark there in the snow.
This image makes me think of several things:
- displaced people trying to escape across water
- Zeus — do you see the lightning bolt on one glove?
- wonder if gods ever get chilly
And here’s my first draft.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)