A Chanterelle is edible, but many do not know
Precious fodder for the forager
A plum perfect secret from the crowd
My eyes a murky sea glass
Reflections can mimic outer space
I see distorted images
Draped in antique lace
Though blizzards blind and toss askew
Trophies become scars
A lighthouse in the distance
Always shows me who my kindred are
Keep your secrets if you must
I’ll cherish mine as well
But I’ll feed you when you’re hungry
And pray it keep you well
Linking with Linda Kruschke and Paint Chip Poetry. She writes,
I’m mixing it up a bit this week with a different poetry book for the theme. I have a book titled 1000 Quotable Poems and I used a random number generator to pick page 106. Then I realized the book has volume 1 and volume 2, in a single book, with the second volume starting anew on page 1. So I asked my husband which volume I should use and he said volume 2. There were 2 poems that started on that page, so again I asked him to pick 1 or 2. He said 2, which is a poem titled Kindred by Edward H. S. Terry.
So that’s our theme today: kindred. You don’t have to use the actual word in your poem, but rather write about your kindred. Our kin can be actual, blood relatives, or it can be a group of people with which we share beliefs, attitudes, or feelings.
The paint chip words you have to work with are sea glass, lighthouse, blizzard, plum perfect, chanterelle, outer space, and antique lace. I would like you to use at least 5 of these 7 words and phrases. Bonus points if you use the last 2 in your rhyme scheme.”
This came easier than I thought. Used all the words. It was fun.