Prompt: Write a poem in two sections about two different things; have the title link the sections in a surprising way. (This poem was influenced by reading Children Under Fire.) The form is Triolet.
Knots
My children, when still playful tots
responded to my entrained love,
my fears for them tied me in knots,
my children, when still playful tots.
Our luck: we didn't live in Watts,
have guns instead of baseball gloves.
My children, when still playful tots
responded to my entrained love.
Some children have a fearful lot
afraid to look below, above,
their stomachs often tied in knots.
Some children have a fearful lot,
their days disrupted by gunshots,
at best an unforgiving shove.
Some children have a fearful lot,
afraid to look below, above.
