What can Mercury teach Pluto?
adores the sun,
never turns away,
He cannot know darkness
full of devotion, basking in warmth.
Distant, elliptical, uncentered, oblique
Have you taken in, with your sweep
What lies out there,
Once our loved ones have perished?
Like a good stew, some poems should be simmered down, to intensify their flavors. Caught between two prompts, the recipe got away from me, Janets sweet conceit condensed, her instruction boiled away, paring down to 55 words, for the Flash 55 challenge over at an imaginary garden. Which one is more effective, this or the more raw Mercury’s Lesson? Or did I miss the boat, and the flash. 55 is supposed to be quick?