NaPoWriMo prompt: “…write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns….” This poem is dedicated to the concept of New Hampshire.
The gecko can’t stop squirming
on its mossy sofa in the terrarium.
Linty daylight streams through the scratched glass
as the little boy peers in, hands cupped.
He steps back, aims his index-finger gun.
It wills him to shoot
the lid right off — or its brains out —
either one; live free or die.
Written by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018