apocalypse

The prompt from We Write Poems this week asked us to select 10 to twenty words from Gordon Lightfoot’s song, “Don Quixote,” –you know the one “Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horseman wild and free…” I selected twenty words from the song to construct something, and from those twenty utilized some form of the above 12. I tried to necessitate each word. The piece contains darkness born of the wild and free horseman, and the recent overdose of a man whose children found him. Let me know what you think of the construction, as well as the content. I’ve been dry lately. Stilted. Unable to write. Here’s something….

apocalypse

Needles blaze 
bruising tangled veins
across battered blue ghettoes
opening rusty hinged neglect
onto oceans of
tear-tarnished taverns that harbor
the tilted shouts of some damned prophet.