I'm back on the National Poetry Writing Month Poem-A-Day Challenge, at least for tonight. I've been in a major slump...severe allergies and bad knee pain be gettin' a bitch down, homies! Seriously, though, I've had some real issues with fatigue this last week, and I'm not sure where it's coming from. I have my suspicions that it's been a combination of nutritional deficiency, chronic pain, and allergy medication, but who knows, and really, who cares? We have far more interesting things to discuss, like a just-discovered (by me!) species, the Flinch! (From today's Read Write Poem NaPoWriMo challenge, "Wordle": use the following words in a poem: rust, reverberate, pepper, saffron, flinch, crow, squall, dizzy, tomorrow, emporium, and tendril).
Behold the Flinch,
his tendrils of pepper hair,
dizzy in the throes
of his own hot squall: a fierce crow
loud as an emporium.
No pithy raven be this Flinch,
hummingbird, come to bring you portents.
The Flinch, though rare as saffron,
screams us warnings of tomorrow--
lists for us the wards that we must carry.
Should you encounter such a creature,
heed it. No one is more knowing
than the much-maligned Flinch. No one
could advise you
better in these times.