Creative writing prompt: Write a poem about a child’s birthday party from the perspective of the piñata.
The Piñata Who Lived, by Jill Szoo Wilson
A pinprick deafening unsuspecting ears—
Exploding red, which first meant joy to spread,
Now shriveled rolls of breath-stained shreds appear
Amongst unlacèd shoes whose feet are stuck with dread.
Ebullient face paint sticking to the clown
In rows of water dripping round his nose,
A mural bright with mismatched colors drowned
Atop an ornery flower meant to hose.
Emblazoned candles flaming in delight
Survey a windless air whose fleeting state
Gives space to tip-toe down themselves in spite
Of inhalation drawn to extirpate.
Through eyes of hanging horse with sugar wedged
Deflated fetes are close disasters hedged!
—Jill Szoo Wilson