after Love, Actually

Tilting your head away from the sun to greet your shadow like a long lost twin. The moon is a silver ornament, an old lover’s name you can’t stop calling out in the dark. A mug of tea can fix everything—or at least, makes morning reading a little more cozy, tongue a ballroom of twirling ginger, cinnamon, blue cornflower gowns. The first snowfall is a slow dance in the oven bulb of midnight. The wind searches for a weakness, but you did your due diligence: the boots, the coat, the yellow mittens, all good money spent. You’re running out of time to spend it all in the past. Sweep this year right under the rug and stamp on it. Zip and tie your armor. Lose yourself in winter’s froth. You have such a beautiful life to live.

Prompts used (tags are the poets’ IG handles):

@__vigilancee - “silver ornament” @theconstantpoet - “tilting away from the sun” @loisofthehearth - “slow dancing with you in the referigerator light at midnight” @kaytpoems - “lost in winter whimsy” @alexismromo - “hot chocolate froth” + “I think I’ve forgotten that I have a beautiful life to live” @chris_kads + @alinakay66 + @esb.poems - “I’ll slip this year right under the rug” @maryoliversdrunkcousin - “‘To me, you are perfect.’ - Love, Actually” @itsashenelthing - “the first snowfall” + “a mug of tea can fix everything” + “your tongue dancing in my mouth” @angelealowes - “the wind searches for a weakness”