I liked the NaPoWriMo prompt today – the idea of the last, abstracted line in an otherwise concretely descriptive poem is really useful as an approach…Here’s mine:
Looking Through the Patio Doors at Dusk, April 2016 On the ledge by the fence the rosemary is thin the lavender long-unfragranced all just pricey twigs. In a terracotta pot, day- glo pegs cling to the edge, some snapped, some twisted. A lantern with star-shaped holes its tealight becoming an ancient island with one burnt-out tree. Drips queue on the washing line. Everywhere the rich are cocooning themselves.