Today’s prompt was to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan. I didn’t have enough time to fully grasp her style, but she seems like a wonderful poet and I look forward to delving deeper into her work in the future. I couldn’t really emulate her style, but one of her poems,Crustacean Island, was the general inspiration for this one.
A mandolin a flamingo-pink sky Ropes for strings and buckets of salt for an audience. The clapping goes unnoticed by the player who is dreaming of swashbuckling while frogs croak a chorus of bespoke agony