Writing Prompt: Soul Food
/Postcard Prompt:
What’s one thing that would feed your soul, but you’re not doing?
Word Prompts
(use these single words/phrases to help spark a scene, a poem, a short-story, even an entire novel!)
Place: A snow-covered pasture in late January.
Person: A stranger in a torn overcoat.
Scent: Lemon cake, fresh from the oven.
Object: A rusted plow.
Color: Deep purple.
My take:
“Soul Food”
She imagined once
And often
That the Soul was a large animal.
It took up the entire world
with its searching.
Then there was the warmth
Of his hand on top of hers
When they prayed.
Then there was the wax
of the burning candle
A deep, resonant violet
That was courage in color form.
Soon, she began to see Soul
In every tiny beast.
Winter birds who survive.
Pure white paw of the house cat.
Steam rising from the neighbor’s roof,
Plumes of safety and hope.
Thanks for reading.
-Beth