
Bird song through open window
well before dawn,
a dripping faucet song.
He rests on rotting bough
seat for morning’s leaky spout;
his throat a rusty valve.
Maybe his washer’s broken?
Maybe his cartridge gave out?
My legs stem in friction;
where’s his shut-off valve?
Would someone help
deactivate this cursed thing?
Wait, I see the problem,
his “O” vowel ring’s malfunctioning.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
NaPoWriMo#26 challenges us to write a poem that contains at least one epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines.





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