Everyday Canvas

A Persiflage to Dylan Thomas

Prompt: Write a story or poem using this quote from Dylan as inspiration. Have fun!
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories

Where I Live

(a persiflage to Dylan Thomas)


No “crisp paths” here
or December freeze,
but the grass is mostly green
if not torched by the sun,
and our “ghosts on dry toasts”
come out at night
as moles, raccoons, and wailing birds.

No snow to bury anything
but life to do us in, while we,
through our palm-sheltered days,
totter about and stumble
over our dark knots
whining, rasping, wheezing,
toward the predictable end
where the world never was.