Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with.
Princess I was blessed with dark, dark eyes and shining hair and long, thick lashes and rosebud lips a princess with a sippy cup stating my rank my palace a modest cinder block home I had the run of the neighborhood planning parades whenever I wanted one charging the neighbors a penny apiece to watch me walk by it was an idyllic childhood except for one thing: it was my great misfortune to be born into the Rannertshauser family what a curse to have to pronounce my name over and over on the first day of school without any hope of teachers or classmates remembering how to say it what a curse to have to spell it over and over again r-a-n-n-e-r-t-s-h-a-u-s-e-r until a prince with a shorter surname rescued me
by ARHuelsenbeck
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Frau Rannertshauser, das war ein schönes Gedicht. Gut gemacht! Truly beautiful!
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Danke schön!
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Love this!
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Love it!
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Yes, a shorter surname by three letters. What a rescue! (Ha!)
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I really came up in the world when I married Greg Huelsenbeck. You spend more time spelling your name for people than I do, Brother Dear.
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Liked by me.
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What a lovely poem 🙂
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I could really picture the little princess on parade.
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I really enjoyed this one, especially the lines:
“a princess
with a sippy cup stating my rank”
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