May Golden Shovel #13.1

source: Residential Areas Hit as Fears of War Grow

 

She tiptoes past mansions in the residential

Parts of the city. She’s hiding in gilt areas

Where goblins cannot see her. She fears a hit

Of ancient anger aiming at her heart as

Stories she’s never known unspool her fate. Fears

Gallop through her sleep, disarraying dreams of

Justice and injustice battling, at war

With peace and calm, unsure where to grow.

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I’m continuing to use Terrance Hayes’s Golden Shovel poem format, as proposed by the Sunday New York Times "At Home" section, for 30 Poems in 30 Days during National Poetry Month.

 

Take a newspaper headline that attracts you.

Use each word in the line as the end word for each line in your poem.

Keep the end words in order.

Describe the story that the headline is for.

The poem does not have to be about the same subject as the headline that creates the end words.