Poetic Response to the “Chance It” prompt:
Skirting the Subject
Salad is the currency of assumption, an affair
we don’t bother to unpack. Disaster is a pie
we warm in the microwave, topped with trouble
and crushed dreams. Ask Sir Isaac to explain
the physics of it all, or the professor who groped
you in the rear of the science lab during a quiz.
When I first read the list provided in the “Chance It” prompt, several odd sentences formed, and I decided I would try to use all the words. An idea rose out of those sentences, so I amended my intention to using as many of the words as I could without losing the idea.
Jennifer Barricklow is a writer and freelance editor in Lexington KY. A lifelong gardener, she thinks of poems as seeds that develop uniquely in the soil of each reader’s experience.
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