She opened the door to 12 bitter degrees. Wind blew through polka-dot pajamas. Tears froze on her cheeks. Moon’s full breast ached. She wanted to run barefoot into icy snow but instead whispered “Goodnight…” and burrowed beneath four blankets to dream of blooming wild rose.
Hi New Year’s readers! I am just playing another game this morning. My new blogging friend Dale–over at A Dalectable Life–frequently puts up Writing Prompts to get your creative juices a’bubblin’. This weekend she succeeded with a moon-filled poem from Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #242 “Goodnight”.
I hardly ever feel inspired to play Writing Prompt games, but hey, it’s a new year of new beginnings so let’s get ourselves out of any self-imposed ruts and break off the beaten trail and try something new!
(And let me tell you–it was NOT easy to limit this wee story to 45 words. I stalled at 54 words for long frozen snowy minutes.)
What might you attempt new & interesting in 2022? (Hoping it doesn’t involve actual icy tears…although tears can be cleansing and wash away old sorrows…)