Today’s inspiration came from Mo and Tracie, writing buddies at ethicalela.com, who chose the ode as today’s writing form. 

Ode to the Girls’ Getaway

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW PEAKS –
Blood Mountain, where Appalachian Trail hikers fling
worn victory boots across tree branches at Neel Gap,
creating a collective celebration canopy

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW CREEKS –
Wolf Creek, where the tranquil trickle of water
braves the rock rapids by our picnic table, laden with an
eclectic assortment of shared QuikTrip snacks

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW BYWAYS –
roller coaster hairpin turns, where scenic panoramas
resplendent with art shapes in the earth and clouds
invite us to spy fire-breathing dragons and Indian maidens

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW HIGHWAYS –
connecting veins that turn a Honda CR-V into a whitewater
adventure down back roads to Three Sisters Vineyards
where we stop, admire, and savor the taste of the hillside

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW LODGES –
Lily Creek, a hobbit-style European cove
with rounded latched doorways and log ceilings,
rustically absent of all toilet paper, soap, TV, and wi-fi

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW STODGES –
lobster ravioli at Grapevines, where splitting an entrée
and uncorking a bottle – clinking cheers! –
with sisters is always on the menu

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW SHOPS –
stores with spinning sticker displays, perfect
for my planner, proclaiming my travels
like so many bumper-stickered hippie vans of the 1970s
…..and…….
Girls’ getaway, you take me to MORE STOPS – 
new boots, a $29.99 clearance steal

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW CHAIRS –
plush perches for pajama’ed pals,
where we sit sipping sparkling sangria
and sharing aloud from our current books:
our adhesive

Girls’ getaway, you take me to OLD TOWN SQUARES –
places of ghostly wonder
about historic brick sidewalks and buildings,
of delectable discovery in hidden cafes where
absolutely! we’ll have dessert, too!

Girls’ getaway, you take me to NEW TREEHOUSES –
where a carelessly flung donut during early
morning writing brings fears of bears and
shivery scares at the rustle of leaves beneath

Girls’ getaway, you bring me home to NEW ME HOUSES –
ironic twists of friendship trips
where I discover that in building my sisters,
I build me

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