I Wasn't Going To But...(The Futility of Excuse)

 PAD Challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write an in medias res poem. 

In medias res means in the middle of the narrative. 

Or think of it as starting in the middle of the story 

instead of at the very beginning or very end. 

Like at lunch time or half way through eating your soup.

The Futility of Excuse

Confessions of four

the morning after

The sleepover...

Because 

it was 

 Halloween

because

it was

 Krispy Kreme

It was easy to eat

three or four

Because

They were airy

It didn't feel scary

to devour

a dozen

or more.

***

Confessions of a Housewife...

I wasn't going to

but the afternoon

was gold and blue

and the wind was

mischievous 

and flirty

So I stayed outside

and therefore 

that is why

the windows 

and floors

are still dirty

***

Confessions of Concession

I wasn't going to

but then

I walked, smack-dab

into a pen

It looked at me

so pitifully

I couldn't just

walk by,

could I?

For in a pen

trembles, hidden

A veritable

world

We'd never see

If everyone

just used a pen

for things like

trigo-

nometry 

So when 

that pen

with silent plea

looked up 

at me

what could I do

but try to free

the agony

of poetry

hidden 

from view

© Janet Martin