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.