
Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – the challenge is to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.”
Following these instructions, I have finished up with something that is a cross between a riddle and a poem. And I don’t want to give it a title, because that gives too much away!
I have no soft edges
make no harsh sounds,
do not fit in your pocket,
cannot walk alone.
I do not travel without a case
nor do I sit in the front seat
when we drive out
to make our music.
I do not play chromatic scales,
cannot keep pitch without you;
changes of temperature
snap my strings.
I think I cannot sing
without you; yet sometimes
when the wind strokes my strings
I play my solo.
Ah, I’ve guessed it – quite easily as I have read that you play the harp! (you may not want to allow this comment as it gives the answer away). Just realised the name of this blog also sends out a clue, and I’ve just discovered it.