18 October 2009


The wild onion writes its poetry on the summer breeze--
hair a howl of purple and blue star
heart a blaze of garlic history
prisoner only to the salt
that is fiction and sea

PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!) But you could also have people select a place to write about and have them draw so many words from a jar, with the understanding they used them to describe the place.

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