A basin of acid-fluxed ink, her stomach plunges & rises with peppery repression. Months of unwritten words scorch stymied syllables in her throat.
Subjugating silence with sound, she thrums and caws, spinning thought until words break free to proclaim their place in April’s pages.
One word, one poem, one day at a time, she begins to feel writing’s relief.
Brenda Warren 2016
Notes: The prompt for this piece is breaking the silence. Each day in April Elizabeth Crawford Katch will offer a prompt at 1sojournal. Pay her site a visit to see the prompt in its entirety, and to find other poets’ responses. It’s all about poeming this month.
undercaws 
Months of unwritten words scorch stymied syllables in her throat. I know the feeling! Nicely done.
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Brenda, nice use of alliteration. Yes, we are going to liberate ourselves by writng this month in wonderful company.
Love,
Pamela ox
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Brenda, I have a small inkling that we’re both experiencing a similar feeling – words come to me with much more struggle than usual just now. I love your poem – you have expressed it so well.
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So very glad to see you here. And he really is an quite attractive crow. I love your words because they reflect so much of what I myself have been feeling. And so we begin…………..together. You have no idea how happy that makes me.
Elizabeth
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I like the thought of letting thoughts go as writing relief. 🙂
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