NaPoWriMo #3 : Stretchy Metaphors

Foreign Exchange

You invested in me and I
invested heavily in you. I believed
the exchange rate would always stay
steady. But lately the currency
of love has plummeted, has not yet found
new levels of support. We are caught out
without forward cover. Where is the banker who
will raise the interest rates
and return confidence
to our markets?

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The prompt at readwritepoem was to take language from one field and use it to write about something else. My first thoughts were to use language related to traditional trades and crafts such as sewing or farming, but there are many poems full of such terms - weave, needle, thread, pin, dig, grow, harvest

Although this effort is really just a bit of silliness, it's the beginning of a quest to get some of the financial language that I am immersed in every day into poetry. It's not quite a first effort as I have a favourite poem that starts "the city is a spreadsheet" which I won't reprint here, as it has been accepted for an online publication. I have a feeling that some of the terms I've used above might make it into a more serious poem, given a chance to turn themselves around in my head for a while.

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