Napowrimo Prompt 8 A line from a poem

 

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day8

Our resources for the day are a series of twitter accounts that tweet phrases from different poets’ work. The Sylvia Plath Bot, as you might expect, tweets snippets of Plath, @PercyBotShelley tweets Shelley, @ruefle_exe tweets bits of Mary Ruefle’s poems, and @carsonbot and @sikenpoems send into the world small fragments of the work of Anne Carson and Richard Siken.

Prompt : Our prompt for the day (optional as always) asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own 

poem.

Prompt 8 Annabel Lee – Edgar Allen Poe
[We loved with a love that was more than love.]

We loved with a love that was more than love,
 feeling as snug as that quaint little book store,
 so small, yet so big, nestling among those cottages
 with picket fences, so pretty.

 I still remember that first stolen kiss
as the aisles of books eavesdropped discreetly
and as we stumbled, an endless array of books
from every nook tumbled down   ,
 to hide us from voyeurs’ disapproving frowns, sniggers 
and wagging tongues, and  that intimidating figure

 of the phlegmatic librarian.

Also from  eyes which were supposedly
reading books, but actually reading our lips,
as we whispered love- suffused rhymes ,
 lost in each other’s’ eyes  in those happy times
when  We loved with a love that was more than love.

I have burnt those bridges, but in the glow of those burning bridges
I see a young girl, furtively wiping the tell- tale signs of that first kiss
When We loved with a love that was more than love.