Here's an example of writing a poem from a title prompt. I hope it inspires you to think of one.
A sweet friend once suggested to me the title "Creature Comfort." I knew that she had some experience with horses, and I grew up with them as well.
(Note - each poem I post will have an accompanying reading - just scroll down.)
Sucking sound, boot in mud, fly for the barn door.
In nightgown, jacket, one bare foot, I peel off a slice of alfalfa, dodge teeth.
My nose warms through your shaggy winter coat, slim fingers pull ice from your tail.
Scent of bark and snow, we pine for green meadow.
Bridle behind my back, you allow an old apple, “I’ll cooperate, for now.”
Mountains of muscle move boulders, bones hard like oak trees,
Hooves hover over ground at lickety-split
But heat and sweet sod slow us. I lay back, my shoulders to your hips.
Oh, my horse who is not mine, you belong to clouds and hills,
You smell of sun, sweat, thunder and dirt.
Your pussywillow muzzle breathes hay and watermelon rind.
First rain on dry grass, you are here.
Just some photos of me and my horse, PB. (Pronounced "PEE-bee.")