as a child i favoured poster paints
then i grew into acrylics
but i never developed the patience for oils
my preferred medium starts warm
and congeals quickly
drying crimson to mahogany
a fading autumnal stain
monument to blades and broken promises
I recently discovered the #vss365 (very short story, every day) tag on Twitter and started playing, mostly because it’s been forfuckingever since I wrote anything that wasn’t either part of, or directly connected to, the book I’m working on.
Having a writing prompt every day for something super short is good exercise for the imagination and sometimes something that starts as a Tweet becomes something else. In this case, a poem.