We all had dreams of being professional baseball players, ballerinas, singers or perhaps, less realistic, dragons as I did. For many of us these dreams faded, but perhaps rather than dissipating they‘ve been absorbed into the environment.

For the first prompt, describe what happened to one of your dreams and what sprouted from it. Or focus more on the plant. Did all of your childhood hopes grow into an apple tree? Describe the taste of your dreams.

The second prompt is to begin with a childhood memory of cooking or eating a particular food with family, shift into a realization or correction of a previous misunderstanding and end with a callback to that food or memory of family.

For the last prompt, write a persona poem from this cabbage dancer.

Good luck writing! Have fun!