The Rusted Metal Chair (excerpt)

Poetry (excerpt) written from a photo prompt published by the Twitter account https://medium.com/move-me-poetry which was then fed into an AI generator. The resulting AI image was then used as “trigger” (prompt) to create the following poetry, written solely by the author (not AI-assisted).

A Twitter-length version of this twitter poem is posted on https://twitter.com/DiwaPh as response to https://twitter.com/MoveMePoetry photo prompt : https://twitter.com/MoveMePoetry/status/1578369568891932673?s=20&t=7rnVj5LUk41it-0kQFvhEw

The utility
of the rusted, bent-legged
discarded metal chair
we found at the abandoned lot
as children:
We sat on it as kings and queens
of the Grimm’s fairy tales
the missionary nuns gave us
in a bag with the powdered milk
and the vitamin candies
provided
we read our Bible lines
in English
at the nearby orphanage.

(The complete poem is in revision)