Last weekend I was feeling even more poetic than usual and decided to delve into my Crafty Poet prompt book and play around with some new forms. I loved spending quality time with my inner word geek and particularly enjoyed experimenting with the apology poem form featured below.

Escapist’s Relapse

I’m sorry for not hoovering the lounge.

I was melting maroon marshmallows beneath the delta dusk

when an arduous harp hurried towards my heart with quite unavoidable charisma

My apologies for not having hoovered

I was on the brink

when I plunged into a looking glass and drowned in my own reflection

which was stupefying

as we often see ourselves

as others see us

and this required me to seek out a more

rose-tinted shade of self-appreciation

I am not the astronaut.

I am the court jester

who just sent your prejudices flying

into your numb skull.

I am the…