It’s National Poetry Month, and this year I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, which challenges us to write a poem a day.
Today’s suggested–but not required–prompt was to compose a poem based on the first line of another poem.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
You are sweaty
Yet somehow people look forward
to their time with you
though they rarely enjoy it.
Being hot cannot compare
to being warm
or being cool.
Yes, when you’re around
I want to stay inside
with the curtains drawn
and pretend that I am alone
beyond your reach
and I wait for your worst qualities
to dissolve with the onset of evening
when I know you’re about to leave
and I can strip to my underwear
and welcome the soft touch of night
steeling myself for another grueling day
in your company.