Today’s prompt was to write a counterculture poem. Or a genre poem expressing a value. To write a manifesto or an older song in a new genre. Or to write a poem that welcomes a scream and a whisper. I went more with the first two of those. The *snaps* are a reference to the beatnik era, in case that isn’t clear. And I’m also sharing my “romance” daily drawing.
*snap*
what supremacy is out
last century’s news
*snap*
Christian nationalism was a fad
whose time has come
… and gone
*snap*
transition is mess
… and ugly
*snap*
they are both clinging to life
with the claws they used
… to crack whips
… to burn witches
*snap*
die they will
… gasping
*snap*
and we’ll build on their bones
a world of roses, bread, and connection
*snap*