Lying here, in my bed,
Cold as cold can be.
Lying here, stone cold dead,
Please remember me.
Day 9 prompts – cold – concrete (ie shape) poem – anaphora (repetition at the start of a line). The artwork is my own… words are more my thing!
We slurped our ice creams in the sun
Sitting there, us four
Vanilla, fresh! and chocolate,
Who could ask for more?
We sat in gorgeous silence
Watching that sun set
Packed our things and made for home,
A happy, free, quartet.
But the sun that set that night,
Never rose again.
Summer ended then and there:
A family, broken.
They rest now solely in my dreams
Us four, down by the lake.
And when I smell vanilla
My heart does freshly break.
Writing 201: Poetry Day 8 prompts – flavour – elegy – enumeratio
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For today’s challenge, bearing in mind it is a Saturday we were asked simply to say a few lines on a poem that we love, that makes us jealous.
Mine is a poem from my childhood, that I have had the pleasure of re-discovering with my own children. Little Red Riding Hood, from Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes, is a parody of the traditional Riding Hood fairy tale, ending in a decidedly non-traditional way…
The small girl smiles.
One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature’s head.
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead
There are so many reasons I love this. Hilarious use of rhyme. The unexpected twist. The hint of anarchy, using grown up words in a story supposedly for children. That imagery! Words that a child will remember into adulthood…
There is no other section of poetic writing that so encapsulates what I am trying to ultimately achieve with my poetry.
Here’s to trying 🙂
Along capillaries of kindness;
Arteries of artistry.
Through thin veins of vanity
Knowing you’re the one for me.
Your pulsing personality;
Plate-lets of piety.
The ebb and flow of letting go
Of all that’s dear to me.
I want to be within you;
Part of your anatomy.
But there’s no map to find the way
Of binding you to me.
Today’s prompts were map – ode – metaphor. The relationship between the prompts and the end product is not always a straight line 🙂
The prompts for today’s Writing 201: Poetry challenge were imperfect – limerick – enjambment. So what could be more fitting than an imperfect limerick on enjambment??
Running words from one line to next
Is a challenge that’s leaving me vexed
It’s so hard to do
Right, it’s making me blue
Next time I’ll stick to free text!
Those familiar longing pangs, felt in the gut, the heart, rattling the bars. The body’s wants physical, tangible, pulling. An itch that must be scratched. The devil’s dance.
I find a quiet corner, the better to savour the warmth of ritual, the tap-tap foreplay, all anticipation.
Sharp scratch. The needle. The skin. The darkness slips in.
This was written for day 3 of Writing 201: Poetry, using the prompts of skin/ prose poetry/ internal rhyme. This is well beyond my comfort zone, so any feedback welcome 🙂
Always by my side,
My constant companion…
Except when charging
This is today’s contribution to two separate challenges. This is my first day on the Writing 201: Poetry course. The prompt there was for something about “screens” or modern devices, combined with a haiku style, and alliteration.
The prompt for OctPoWriMo – a challenge to write a poem a day during October – was “love”. I think this covers all bases, but let me know what you think in the comments below 🙂
You can sign up for OctPoWriMo at any time during the month, or just check out the prompts and tips if you prefer – http://www.octpowrimo.com/
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