The RWP prompt for the day is:
from Read Write Poem member Catherine who provided the contents for today’s prompt, a Wordle.
Use one, or use them all, in the poem you write today.
I thought I’d use them all, just for the heck of it.
A dizzy tendril of saffron flies
from its container on the emporium
stall: his baby hair as a squall
blows up out of nowhere: fierce. Rust,
like bloodied skin flakes, falls
in this mini-break home from
home. I flinch, and a crow
sees all. He knows.
You can turn off the drill
but you cannot compensate,
it will reverberate,
pepper tomorrow and well
past the mourning date.