NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Five

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

Smoke Signals

A field of Turkey is on fire
cupped in the palm of my hand.
My briar pipe with birdseye
woodgrain burns without burning,
latakia sends slow scented curls
and clouds around my head
as I write, shutting me
from your view, allowing
me to make magic words
in a fine and private place.

I’m a shaman – watch my smoke.

by m.j.smith

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