APRIL 17 — Here is my poem #17 for National Poetry Writing Month, composed in response to a prompt on ReadWritePoem: write about one of the elements fire, earth, water, wind. This poem is based on my venture at home tonight.
As eleven teenagers gather late in my living room, finding a place
to settle on the rug or couches or easy chairs, passing around
a large yellow bowl filled with potato chips or drinking
cups of diet Coke, already joking and laughing but not yet
turning up the music or running downstairs without any shoes,
I am so very pleased with how well my daughter’s friends behave
when suddenly a wilder one — don’t know his name — drives one way
past the house blaring his horn, then circles back and does it again —
maybe his signal that he’s outside with the wind, fire, earth, water,
on the street with his car after hours and won’t come in, and why won’t
the girls stop hiding and go catch him, why won’t they
rush like the wind, blush like the sun, shake the ground, weep in the rain?
by Therese L. Broderick