Poem prompt days 4-6

 

Day 4

Being a woman at the doctor's office

is like dancing with a dinosaur.

Even if you fell into the deep footprints

of the reptilian tango,

no one believes you.

Day 5

Each poem is an exodus,

an open screen door.

Together, we suspend reality,

breathe in

and let go.

Day 5

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today

to witness the coronation

of a lone tree in bloom.

Why do we call her Crabtree?

Did a man catch her spitting rotting berries on his freshly polished shoes?

I bet he deserved it. 

To me, she is a snow queen.

Her branches heavy with pleasure, 

mother of pearl petals.

We mere mortals gaze up in wonder. 

Her flowers, a thousand tiny moments of ecstasy.