Poetry Month trudges onward.
“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles include: “Last Word,” “Last Card Catalog,” “Lasting Impression,” “Last Train to Duluth,” and so on.”
Happily ever after is a fine way to end a story’s scrawl,
to tidy things up, placing heroes on their thrones,
dragons in their graves, but what hero remains chaste,
what dragon remains slain? In fairy tales,
magic knits the oak’s root to the elm’s,
the willow’s to the pine’s, twisting earth and life
into whispers that slip from the soil
curling about the meadow grass, scaling wildflowers,
embracing the air as a butterfly abandons
its cocoon and embraces its flight, skimming
rails of sunlight, mounting barrows of shadow
where stone trolls, twisted and fierce,
sleep until a gentle wind blesses their ears with hope,
a new once upon a time, and blood warms their hearts yet again.