Meet Midas

He was
the king
who wanted
a Gold ring
so badly
that he wished for a “Gold touch”
Every thing that
he touched
got a Golden hue

The beautiful flower,
golden and lifeless

Fallen leaves- –
turned into
Gold leafs

Even his daughter –
a golden statue

This was a somber hour
that filled his heart
with grieve
and took
the love of Gold
away!

Challenge today was to take a favorite poem and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. Then, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.

Just in case you haven’t guessed already..Robert Frost is my favorite poet and Nothing Gold Can Stay is my inspiration here

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost