Blatherskite

Gathering dust
In my closet, the
Feathered boa sits like a
Tin god waiting for it’s fabulous moment.

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Day two assignment of the Poetry 201 class was to write an acrostic poem about a gift, also using a simile. This was quite challenging. Also: I do not own a feathered boa, nor has anyone ever given me one. I just couldn’t think of anything else to write.