Here is one of the three poems I brought to the Advanced Poetry Workshop. This is the second draft and I really like how this poem has shaped out. I am not final with this one, so please comment and let me know what you think.
Our third grade class was watching the silk cotton candy
cocoon. At first no one noticed. But Mrs. Roberts
began to ask questions. And we were all so
expectant, hungry to see the unveiling.
Someone broke the branch. Pilfering
the prize from the class terrarium. We looked
in desks and cubbies. In all of the trash cans.
Even in the art and music rooms. Everyone
was upset and busy. All but Joey Watkins. Who
stood solitary by the monkey bars at recess.
We tried to include him in our somber
games. But he said to leave him alone.
Clouds banked in and upon our return to the classroom;
Joey Watkins had a glitter of scales upon his lips,
a dismembered angel thorax in his pocket,
and a look of fulfillment in his eye.
2 days ago