ANGRY RED PLANET 

She sat but not still
Turning and twisting
Elongating her spine
Crumpling over her lap
Rotating her nec
Squeezing her shoulder blades together
Deepening sighs
Cumulus crimson
Images of Mars surfaced
The angry red planet
North star of her dreams
Remembering
Touching the scarlet cover
Tracing the black lettering
Checking it out of the library
Reverently carrying it home
Hidden in her bookbag
Racing upstairs
Consuming each page under the covers
Late
Very late
Midnight on Mars
Her true ancestral home

Reflective writing prompt:
Write about an ancestral home