Writer's Prompt

So, I am a member of a poetry group and we have a weekly prompt.  This week's prompt was to write about an experience that touched you.  I decided to write about the day I became a poet.

Calliope, muse of poetry.

Sunday

A private aria

In knee deep grass

Hummed by a girl

With long black hair

Chewing on sweet grass

Smiling to the sun

With eyes squinted

Waiting to grow up

I hope you like it.  I kind of half-assed it today...  I am hungover.  Birthday parties are a blast, but watch your consumption!  Call a cab.  Take the bus.  Don't drink and drive.