Friday 55 April 6 2018

Welcome to the land of 55 words, created by that great-hearted blogger Galen Hayes to make weekends memorable by writing without rules, except for word count of course--that would be 55 words of prose or poetry, no more, no less, linked in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning. An especial welcome to those brave souls writing 30 poems this month--I salute you, and while I miss being able to participate, I do enjoy reading the results.

Without further ado, my bit of nonsense for this week... 

The Big S'More

Although I remember how

we set fires, gave them

the names of gods,

how love

was a natural disaster,

the only red cross

drawn in blood,

now that I'm a marshmallow

pushed on a stick

licked by a mortal fire

I find I'd rather think

of Monty Python

old songs

puppies

until

the Big S'More.

 ~April 2018

Note: For those unacquainted with this delicacy, read here for all things S'more.

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