SCHEHERAZADE HAS TO WONDER

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"Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. The questions can be deep and philosophical (‘what is the meaning of life?’) or routine and practical (‘are you going to eat that?’). Or both!"

So sayeth the PP (Prompt Person) over at NaPoWriMo. 

Here we go:


Scheherazade Has to Wonder

Does the sun know what colour it is?
Will the dangling branch in the birch ever fall?
How can a starling stare down a muskrat?
Is there a reason for shame?
When will the big one come to the island?
Who is going to gather the grapes?
Which one of the two of them will wander?
Can a spring day become a train wreck?
What would the platypus do?
Why can't book cloth be valued as gold?
Where are the mice and the fruit flies?
Magic carpet on the floor of life, the day rolls out.

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