CHRISTINA

This, my friends, is a prompt:






Today’s prompt is a bit of a smorgasbord, and reflects the fact that we are at day seven. It asks you to write a poem with seven different phrases, ideas, or just plain old “things” in it. These are:
1)an example of synasthetic metaphor — one that describes one sensory perception using adjectives more naturally suited to a different sense (e.g., “a red noise,” or a “a bitter touch”)
2) a fruit
3) the name (first or last) of someone you knew in school
4) a rhetorical question
5) a direct address to the poem’s audience — “Reader” or “mom” or “Michelle,” or maybe just “You”)
6) a word in a foreign language
7) a reference to a game of chance (darts or pool or the lottery or etc).

My attempt:

CHRISTINA

You wanted to take back your black words
I could tell by how you spun your bike around
And let the others go ahead.
“Are you stupid?”
Your anger was almost lost amongst the apple crates that lined our dusty path.
You took a risk confronting me;
The one they called Monica, the Mountain.
The volume of your voice wasn’t meant for me, but them.
I realized this and
I was stunned.
“Don’t listen to their chisme,” you growled,
Your tongue thick with a mixture of fear and audacity.
I loved you then.

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