PAD Challenge Day 21

    In the Water
I stepped in before I realized that this is
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I agreed to cross a gentle river but this is
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
The mud sucks and pulls at me here in 
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
the stench of death is in the air as I slosh through
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I hoped for green or blue water, I can’t believe I got
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I can’t believe I wondered so far from home to
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
They say the alligator hides better in 
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I’m already wet, there’s no going back, I’m in
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.

 

    4-26-2018

 

poetry month photo for public use

photo curtesy of Poets.org


 
 

So I felt inspired today and wrote poetry for the other days of the PAD Challenge. What did you write today? Don’t be shy! Share in the comments!
This is a chant poem. The prompt from Robert Lee Brewer was to write a danger poem.
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