here is our prompt. Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem
Threatened by Rain
Rhubarb stretches out
spring leaves
freshly purple, veins
throbbing
as they fill with sap,
throwing shade
onto crocus and morning
violets,
crowding out the sun,
the rain
bringing death to bulb
and shoot alike.
“Eat my leaves” the
seem to say,
“succulent and
delicious.” The poisoned
will nourish the roots
of generation.
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