Daily April poem: named after a spaceship

A Series of Unlikely Explanations

I expected invisible ink.

The walls are prettier this way.

It wasn't me, it was a ghost

who followed us from Houston.

Look, mom, turtles!

Haven't you been wanting to repaint?

We've been practicing calligraphy

at preschool and this was my homework.

This is a memorial wall

for the stuffed animals I've lost.

Those aren't scribbles, it's a fresco.

Someday you'll peel away this wallboard

and sell it to MASS MoCA

to hang alongside the LeWitts.

I'm playing with two different sets of poetry prompts this month --
30/30 and NaPoWriMo -- and I also wrote a poem this week which wasn't to any prompt. As a result, I'm posting some poems here a few days after they're written.

The day four prompt at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem to fit an unusual title -- one of the fantastical spaceship names used by science fiction writer Iain M. Banks (who recently announced that he has terminal cancer, sorry to say.) I love his ship names; I chose this one.

The ensuing poem was partially inspired by my own son, and partially by the delightful Honest Toddler. (Thankfully our son has not yet gotten the notion of scrawling on the walls; here's hoping he isn't secretly reading this blog.)