I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month, where the goal is to write one poem a day for 30 days. During the month of April, I will be using the writing prompts at ReadWritePoem.org and posting the results.
Day eight prompt (list day)
List all of your old flames. Try to go back as far as your first kiss in the 2nd grade coat closet. Sit with your list. Depending on your mood today, choose the flame with the most sparks, or pin the list on the wall and throw a dart. Whatever your method or mood, write a poem about an old flame.
Love on a String
I should have left
that leech sucking out my soul, for you,
my cyberpunk love intense, short,
with caramel skin. You wrote fiction
and spoke in poetry. Our first forbidden
kiss sent shocks through me, my tetsuo.
You supercharged my stunted life.
When we met, you wore a string of
paperclips, a punk rock
costume for Halloween. I was fresh
from my nana's
funeral. We lurked
in a doorway with vampires
and Kafka. Even then, I longed
to escape. But that vampire
at home had dug his nosferatu
claws into my back. I was blood-
bound, a puppet-shell girl. You showed me
how to stretch my strings, but alas,
they snapped me
back, a broken marionette.
The subject of this poem is actually still a friend of mine. Fortunately, he understood when I went back to my boyfriend, who was emotionally abusive and controlling. By the time I'd left Leechboy, my cyberpunk friend had found another girlfriend. Sometimes, that's how it goes.
Hindsight is 20-20.