POETRY
Backpack
Portable, wearable treasure chest,
a camel hump of stuff that
some shops won’t allow.
A body can only shoulder so much
before it keels over, unbalanced
as a turtle with an overgrown shell.
Here we go: it’s October, which means the Inktober folks have kindly provided the whole world with a lovely list of prompts! Here’s the list, from their website
Every year for a while now I have written to the prompts, and I’m hoping to make it through all 31. I wrote the poem in ink first on paper, so I’m considering that this counts. Join me??
