Written for: November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge - Day 16
"For today's prompt, write a panel poem. When I think of panels, I think of groups of people who are on a panel. And maybe they're giving recommendations or just feedback that can be helpful (or not so much). But panels can also be used for ceilings or walls or floors. Heck, there are few things more iconic to me that an old station wagon with wood panels. So poem your way through panels in whatever way suits you."
Jury panel was surprisingly young,
few women scattered here and there, mostly men.
Defendant sat, legs crossed at knee, flaming hair. Where are
the mens' eyes? Defendant's legs. Women's eyes are sharp-
birdlike. They disapprove of defendant's dress as
being unsuitably tight, short, and color of bright mustard.
(from 'Men' by Maya Angelou)
"Young men are sharp as mustard"
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.