November Poem-a-Day Challenge.
Day 1 Prompt: Write something about matches.
Oh my. Here goes:
Then there was the one about the witch
who walked into a bar
in search of a match.
I don’t recall the punchline, though
I know she’d lost her broom,
and snow was in her hair.
Perhaps she’d lost her wand as well,
forgotten the Latin words
for ignite, combust, enkindle.
I heard she called a taxi
before she wandered out into the wind,
leaving behind her the scent of sulfur and jasmine.
Mockingbird Chronicles 
I’m so excited for you! What a great project.
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Thanks so much, Wendy!
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Beth, this is great! Reminds me of the playfulness of Billy Collins’ stuff!
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Thanks, Angie! That may be the best poetic compliment I’ve ever had! Billy Collins is one of my favorite poets.
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o beth, i am very glad you are doing this.
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Thanks, Winona!
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