Today being Sunday, there is no A to Z. Here is my poem in response to the prompts at NaPoWriMo and Writer’s Digest’s Poem a Day Challenge.
New Depths
The frontman gets all the glory
even here in the depths
of the underwater kingdom
where do they think the processional
music is coming from as they
parade their daughters
before him?
Sadko, even you ignore me
though I accompany
you everywhere
I see you there below
in your thick coat
that doesn’t even look soaked
as I play this durge
on my bubbling organ
in this cave: only the
goldfish looks my way.
How will you choose your prize
and when you have
will we finally rise
to the surface or will
the wedding march
be our final reprise?
Experience Writing 