(Check out my Day 24 prompt here: https://marylandpoetblog.wordpress.com/2016/10/25/octpowrimo-day-twenty-four-prompt-fantastical/)
The surface is still and little stirs underneath the brown tinged waters
There’s baby splinters caught in my sweater
I’m so far along the clickty-clackity rail of abandon
that knuckles dyed with crimson blood isn’t close to a worthy ransom
Palette creates a vivid word painting within a brief and lyrical poem. It is simply a short poem, using vivid imagery. This genre was specified by Viola Berg. There is no prescribed structure or rhyme. The only mandate is the poem should create a brilliant image in the reader’s mind.
The Palette is:
- a word painting.
- framed at the discretion of the poet.