The National Poetry Writing Month Challenge for the 25th of April asks for poems that " use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem".
I had to sleep on it.
The mist that hangs above the long-dry land:
Sail of a ship still anchored out at sea,
Bridegroom who reaches out to shake bride's hand
Retiring to his room on wedding night,
Green fruit that never ripens on a tree.
Alas that green land reaches such a plight!
The mist still hangs above the long-dry land.
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