a woman who played in purple seas
sun-shot, smelling of the wind.
She said, “never me,”
as rain recalled
sky-shine on water
and the moon sang a symphony.
She whispers, “never me,”
for a thousand springs
of diamond-pink-petaled gardens—
and then in shadow light,
crushing the bitter mean-blooded,
she cries, “Why not me?”
Day 20 of NaPoWriMo challenges us to use ordinary speech in a poem. I’ve done that in other poems, so I didn’t feel compelled to follow the prompt. However, the Oracle came through (of course) with a spoken phrase, which I repeated.