Golden Shovel Poem

For the past few weeks, I’ve been taking part in Wea’ve Written Weekly by The Skeptic’s Kaddish. It has quickly become one of my favorite prompts.

This week, the challenge is to write a Golden Shovel poem, which pays tribute to the prompt poem by keeping pieces of it.

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Ho’s Prayer

Dress me up like I’m a doll, pump me full of alcohol
Time to go put on a scene, liven up, suck down caffeine
Nightfall at the vicarage, clergymen sip on courage
Won’t survive in my right mind, drink up, liquid channels wind
Me down to match my suitors, smile, laugh through foggy stupor
Hungry eyes devour me, must hide my anxieties
Can’t go home without money, pray that they don’t pummel me
If I tell, they will grind my bones into broken gravel

The lines I chose to keep were:
“Pump me full of alcohol, caffeine, courage
Liquid channels wind through foggy stupor
Anxieties pummel me into broken gravel”

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