GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo Day 1: Amoebic Life

Today’s prompt challenges to write a poem inspired by the animated version of “Seductive Fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Arkestra. After watching, I felt like I wasn’t belonging to the Animal Kingdom. I am from the Protista Kingdom that includes those eukaryotic organisms, not deemed to be animals, plants or fungi such as protozoa.

Alas, the atlas is wrong!
To where and what I am born is gone.
This kingdom of wisdom is a prison.
I am not of this human or that inhuman.
The womb has me groomed and tombed.

I walk like a bride in the kingdom of crawlers
adorned and mourned with single-celled flowers;
they open to bloom and close to wither.
My flower girls carry the power of ancient beasts;
they will chop your head to prop my podes.

Alas, the atlas is wrong!
To where and what I am living is sniffing.
I smell not the trumpet as a singing flower
or scents of waters inside your daughters.
Even the stars are waterless when in trance.

Here, I wobble and cobble my way out.
See me inside the belly of this jelly
as memories of tentacles in your ventricles.
Do I fit to breathe in this bubble of trouble?
Amoeba, they call out. You are not human.

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