To a letter, a letter. (Day 18)

Dear epistle

This’ll surprise you, perhaps –
To learn how much
You bring me joy, and such
As I pick out your words
Like pomegranate seeds
And read
In clear heiroglyphs
An address
That I guess
Is a million miles from Stretford Road.
Your stamp,
A pretty one,
(Not a Penny Black,
This isn’t 1840)
Speaks to me of wide open spaces,
Of places I’ve not been yet
Though if the chance comes
I’m ready to run.

Notes:

Today’s prompt is an epistolary poem — a poem in the form of a letter. In particular, I challenge you to write a poem addressing an inanimate object — Dear Headache, Dear Goldfish Bowl, etc. But that’s not all. Try to include at least 4 of the below in your poem:

1) a song lyric 2) a historical fact 3) an oddball adjective-noun combination (like red grass or loud silence) 4) a fruit 5) the name of a street in your neighborhood 6) a measure of distance.

I think I’ve covered all of them…  and I liked the idea of writing a letter to a letter.

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