April 27, Napowrimo 2026. Today’s prompt is a rather straightforward one that I found testing. We are to write a poem with equal numbers of lines in each stanza and give an instruction to the reader. I’m not much in the mood to tell people what to do right now, so I left it more of a suggestion than instruction.
The first cider sip at Beltane,
Sharp the wash of apple,
Zest the flash of Yellow Wagtail.
Skin is shocked by sunshine,
Limbs laugh happily exposed,
Winter’s weights abandoned.
Glass cold in hand,
Cold is now welcomed,
Toast the season’s turn.
Missives & Musings 