constructing poetry

the wreath on the door

I came to life
in a twisting, writhing
coil, and I creaked
with pain as I fought
the hands
turning simple boughs
into beauty—
until I caught
a glimpse of me
in the window pane.

see me? I’m more
than evergreen—
I’m hidden berries
poking unexpected red
and the smell of pine
and oranges and cinnamon. I’m
a golden ribbon wrapped
and tied into a bow
that dwarfs your simple
doorknob. I am magnificent.

and as the snow
catches on my needles,
it gives me a coat of glitter
you are unworthy to come
home to.
but I’ll let you in
anyway, for the smile
you give as you pass.

line count: 28

Prompt4 ▼

Theme: Personification poem. Pick one of the five items mentioned in yesterdays (green highlighted) poem and write from that object's point of view. Let it see and feel, have emotion. BE the object.

Words to use and Forbidden words: None this round; just make the object live and breathe; let it feel and be!
Other parameters: Rhyming or not, minimum 24 lines.