Written for:  Poetic Asides #338
Write a stained poem.  Write about a stain on a shirt, staining wood, or stained glass windows (ekphrastic opportunity?). Of course, these are visual versions of stains. I’m sure there are metaphors for stains as well, like the teenage angst found in a “stained soul.” 

Bold inkblot,
a black, spreading stain.
What is this,
they ask him.
Looks like a squashed butterfly
to me. Did I pass?
This is not a test,
everyone sees something else.
They hold up
Girl in pool of blood.
Raised eyebrows.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Ooooo. Ominous!

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