Many of the poems I have posted on my blog use metaphor (as do many poems in general). Today's poem makes the noon heat a mystic dog. Earlier poems I have posted here contain metaphors that include a brain tumor made of stars packed in a snowball, a mermaid's tongue that is as oily as seals, a newborn robin that is the memory of a lost love, a sweaty, half-naked youth as the city of Chicago, and a rotting orange that becomes many things, including chimney ash, a fist, and the hands of grandparents.
Metaphors and similes are vital to poetry and prose and even to our daily conversations. In America, we know that when someone tells an actress to "break a leg" or someone balks at buying something because it costs "an arm and a leg" what is being said (in these cases, "good luck" and "too expensive").
Today, create an unusal and surprising metaphor and go from there.
If you cannot come up with one, look around you: the park where you are sitting, the books that surround you, the city you are passing as you ride the bus. Grab the first two nouns you see and use those.
And my apologies for the groaner-ish title of this prompt!
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