The route along the cobbles is silent
Save for the shushing of the water wheel
The grass glistens green, pear, then emerald
As the winds rush through its blades with such zeal
The sky is adorned with falling blossom
Its scent sweeps over me like a tide
I should probably get home for supper
But evanescence is easy to ride.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to take an Emily Dickinson poem, chop it up and make it your own. I have used her poem A Route of Evanescence. I took one word from each line of her poem and wrote something new. I may not have stuck wholeheartedly to the prompt (I feel a bit of a rebellious month coming on…) but I like the end result. You can see Dickinson’s original poem below:
A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel –
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal –
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts it’s tumbled Head –
The Mail from Tunis – probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride –
Serena Malcolm 
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