Finding Treasure in the Dark
Poppy's Challenge #3 March
I dive into the garden shed
To escape the sudden hail
Listening to its thwumping, icy, drumbeat on the tin roof
My phone flashlight flashes in an arc on shapes in the dark
A forgotten vanilla milkshake garbed in spiderwebs–sporting green mold on the ledge
All manner of rakes lean, sloped in a pile
A bric a brack of things – quite necessary, at least once in awhile
On the workbench an old albacore compass lies under layers of dust
I carefully wipe clean its face
Vividly, remembering, all the times, it helped us win the race
About the Creator
Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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Comments (6)
Ooo very cool! You paint a super clear image on this one and an intriguing story behind it. Loved it!
Clever way of weaving all 5 word prompts into a poem✅
I love the vivid description in this and the nostalgia it evokes. Great work!
That vanilla milkshake still seems appealing to me despite the green mold, lol. Loved your poem!
Lovely and creative use of Poppy’s prompts! I loved an old albacore compass lies under layers of dust. Great work!
Here is a link to Poppy's March Challenge - in case you are interested https://vocal.media/writers/poppy-s-prompts-3