In April winds from March refuse to calm
No lead to rein, no muzzle to subdue
I find in me the likes of her the same
To carry over things I need not do
Wind moves the stale and stagnant
I ride it
Knowing I will get thrown
And will summer ever come?
Glo/napowrimo.net day 20
Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from Notley’s rebelliousness, and asks you to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it (for example, a poem that starts out in iambic pentameter, and then breaks into sprawling, unmetered lines). Or if you tend to write funny poems, you could rebel against yourself, and write something serious (or vice versa). Whatever approach you take, your poem hopefully will open a path beyond the standard, hum-drum ruts that every poet sometimes falls into.