For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem about Friday. Do you like Fridays? Despise Fridays? Of course, you can also write about something that happened on a Friday–or write an ode to Fridays. Or, as you know, I’m all for seeing you attack this from an angle I haven’t thought of yet.
Fridays Then, Fridays Now
Fridays were
G movies
with mom and Rachel,
air popped popcorn
with melted butter
soggying up
a few
best pieces
that we would scramble our little hands
to get
Fridays were
sitcoms,
and sleepovers,
too much shock tart candy,
Mad Libs,
and making Ouija boards
out of Lisa Frank desk sets
Fridays were
getting mom to drop me off
at the dollar movies
and pick me up 30 minutes after the movie ended
so I could hang out
flirting, acting grown and cool
(until I crawled into the blue
and wood-paneled station wagon)
Fridays were
football games,
boyfriends,
and scrawling their names
beside ours
with hearts
then inevitably marking them through
to make room for the new
Fridays were
dates
ice cream sundaes
parked cars
a dozen little beginnings,
just as many endings
Fridays were
loud,
blurry,
expensive
indulgences
with friends that
also didn’t go away
for college
One Friday
was the wedding rehearsal
Fridays were
falling asleep (mom-to-be)
watching MTV
while Jason worked 3rd.
Or I would stare into
internet worlds
with an old classmate’s
music page filling the silence
with something I never could manage to hold
Fridays are
G movies
with my husband and Natalie
we do pizza
that leaves soggy marks on paper plates
and has me scrambling
to wipe little hands
before they grab my arm-
or my couch.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/2009/04/10/AprilPADChallengeDay10.aspx
