As is obvious from previous posts, I love poems that use color as the throughline, and this poem is gorgeous, as are all of hers that I’ve read. I know I will turn over and over to the imagery and power in Arminé Iknadossian‘s All That Wasted Fruit.
For the first prompt, begin a poem or story by personifying a color as the first line here does: “Red is so needy; so eager / to spill onto the floor.”
The second prompt is to use the line “You taught me that God is,” replacing “red” with your own adjective or noun. After you have finished the poem or story, remember to erase the line and credit the poet for your inspiration, perhaps in the title or in an after statement under the title.
The last prompt is to write a story or poem using the following list of words: “needy,” “cracks,” “palms,” “bridge,” “blush,” “field,” “reminders,” “bare,” “blood” and “slap.”
Bonus prompt: imagine that each golden pollen is a sentient being, longing to be carried away or even to be consumed, and write a love poem from the pollen to a bee. Or use this variant: write the poem as a prayer from the pollen to its god to be blessed with the bee.
Good luck writing! Have fun!