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Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #313 - Gathering

"Our gathering (if we’re able to gather at all) will be something else all together. Can you imagine Thanksgiving or our gathering in that dynamic?
 So as a twist (see?), we bring out our old friends, metaphor and simile to pull off this trick. In your “Gathering” or “Thanksgiving” poem, incorporate either a simile or metaphor to convey the thought."

The dried corn
hanging on front
door was not
as high as
an elephant's
eye, but hearty
in colors of yellow
and brick red.  This
is a Thanksgivette,
not quite a spread.
There were few
family members, 
and an embarrassed 
miniature turkey.
Yet, as embers glowed
in the fireplace,
we gave thanks
for what we did have–
much warmth and love.

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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