After the Storm
Off the slivered moon comes a faint light,
of the sky, a sprinkling
reflected in street puddles
as I night walk,
tip my toe, scattering poems.
Watch them pulsate to life,
silence dispersed,
gently whispering prose.
Mid-day my son,
helmetless, reckless,
rides island's backroads,
saturated and swelling,
amusement overflowing,
a slam celebration;
poems now spirited
with youthful passion and voice.
by Margaret Bednar, August, 24, 2018
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - On the Edge of a Starry Night" -
we are to take the line: "In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" (the last line of E.E. Cummings poem "The Hours Rise Up Putting Off Stars And It is".
I broke up the lines into four segments and used my artistic license:
I changed night walk(s) to "night walk"
and (the) is taken out so it now reads "in street puddles"
