Prompt for Saturday.

Crumpled paper, a mammogram appointment that morning…

Poetry Boot Camp Post #5
Freshly mowed grass. Grass blades kicked up from puddles, sticking to humid skin.

Prompt #4
Use the words “root beer” in a poem without actually making a reference to drinking it.

Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #3
The frosted lemonade melted against her skin

Poetry Boot Camp Prompt #2
Thunderstorms are only scary when the lights are all out…