VISUAL PROMPT

Prompt submitted by Tenshi

Write a poem about what streetlights make you think of.

On Mischief And Men

They say it all starts with a word.

And the word could have been Love.

And the word could have been God.

Which might as well be the same thing.


Who would be fit to confirm?

Who would have heard with their

Own set of ears to attest to that?


No one, I bet.


So we might entertain a thought

That a word, whether Love of God

It was not. Perhaps, it was the first

Piercing and shy spark of light.


That got lit by a hand of a freezing man

Looking to heat up his food and shelter.

Or in pursuit of mischief; as a game.


We might not ever know

The correct answer.


And maybe, the truth is -

There’s none.

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