A kenning prompt poem (using figurative language & not naming the object/person)
Soak-sponge overhead improbably floating,
Its cotton wool softness belying its mass
Galleon of flame sailing at sundown,
But dishcloth grey when releasing its load.
Flying saucers perched on mountains,
Ragged ribbons streak the sky,
Meringue piles dart sharp lightnings,
Ephemeral chiffon wreaths drift by.
©Mary Parker 2016