We're starting off with a great one, in my humble opinion. Great one referring to the prompt. For Day 1 of NaPoWriMo, we were asked to write a poem based on the plot of a book that you liked, but you haven't read in a while. We also were not allowed to go look at said book. Naturally, I went with "The Hunger Games." If you don't know, this is probably my favorite book series, ever. I love the plot, I love the characters, I love the writing, I love the world building... but possibly more than all of that, I love the reason it was written. If you don't know what I mean, look up an interview with Suzanne Collins where she talks about the inspiration. It'll blow you away, I promise. Now, I thought about writing about the more iconic scenes from the book: the Reaping, the Girl On Fire, the deaths in the Arena. Instead, I always find myself drawn to the moments in the books where Katniss is outside of the District fence. Maybe it's because this is where I find my solace in the world, but it always speaks to me. Without further ado, here's the what's beyond the fence, according to my memory and imagination.
Tall grasses shush each other
As the leaves overhead begin to applaud
For the insects and the birds singing
From the bottom of their chests
Projecting their wishes, their desires, their memories
Into a world that can't quite catch what they're saying.
My boots softly crunch on the shoots and sticks
Providing a sort of percussion for the singers
A beat that doesn't quite line up
With the heartbeat in ones chest
But that helps connect and carry the tune
Into the ears of anyone out here.
The sun dances with the clouds
Casting shadows that provide enough cover to creep up
To peer out at unsuspecting four legged wanders
My eyes at perfect level for their chests
To beckon one of my precious arrows
That I knock, pull back, and let sing.
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