Poem – A bottle of cent
BY JOHN ANSELL
Response to a 2016 creative writing workshop challenge from English professor and poet Harry Ricketts: In ten minutes, using the first person, write a poem of seven lines, each of seven syllables, about something you remember from your childhood bedroom. After the waves of panic had subsided, I remembered a souvenir from my father of his visit to the Bank of Montreal…
I’ve a stubby bottle here.
Full of what? It’s not a beer.
Glassy bulb with tiny cork,
Narrowing to slender stalk.
In that bottle lies a cent:
Can’t be smelt, but can be spent.
(Bottled Canadian cent.)
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