You have seen these doors before but I can’t wait to see them again. In the poem, the last for this April, some things that are also bound to return, not just me. Thank you for reading and poeting!
Prompt 30: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns.”
First of all, thank you for all the prompts, resources and examples that made me write a poem to the prompt and post it each day in April. Not a little feat.
Also, if not even more, I’m grateful to everybody who has written and/or read at least one poem. This has been my third NaPoWriMo and before it began I was not so sure I would last till the end, but I have and gladly so.
In the last poetic resource, A Handbook of Poetic Forms, I found this example of macaronic verse by Ilona Baburka, age 8, that completely made my day:
The León in Invierno
One invierno a león came to the nieve bosque.
And walked in the bosque and his garra was in the deep la
paloma white nieve.
The trees had like white nieve platos on the branch.
And it was Navidad la noche and the violeto cielo was full of
My poem is not as cheerful, nor macaronic at all even though I’m in Italy, but it has a happy ending. See you next April if not before. I’m not going anywhere.
Those who kill
those who shoot
those who drink
those who loot
The first door I will go to see when I return to Slovenia is this one.
I have never noticed it and it’s right in the middle of Ljubljana where I lived for 43 years. It’s a thing of beauty. I have seen it first on Flavia’s blog but unfortunately she has lost some photos in the transfer of her blog. I would never believe that this door is in Ljubljana and I must have passed here hundreds of times.
Here are some doors from Italy but mostly from Slovenia that I have posted already but would really like to see again.