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 |  GoT plus the PromptMaster! and Cards Against Authors stuff (poetry and short stories) |
 Apparently this is going to be a load of writing of various types - stories, poems, reviews and, no doubt, just about anything else you can think of.. |
| Oh English, How I Love Your Quirks How ironic is it that the symbol “dash” means to pause? Line count: 3 Free verse For PromptMaster! Week 3 Task Prompt Prompt: Write a poem where you’re mad at irony because you don’t understand it. Note: I know I missed the part about being mad at irony but I just find that impossible. I love irony! |
| Interpretation Inspired by Omission. Slow Children said the sign and I praised the decision to omit punctuation thereby leaving the matter open to question. Slow children is merely an observation of the prevailing intelligence in the young ones of the area. Whereas Slow - Children is a warning that children may swarm the road ahead and so offer an obstruction that best be avoided. But slow, children is an instruction to all underage drivers that speed is dangerous especially for ones of so little experience. Line count: 18 Free verse For PromptMaster! Week 3 Prize Prompt Prompt: The most inspiring thing you’d find on a warning sign. |
| Frigate Bird An unlikely hero, the frigate bird with bright crimson wattle and extended beak like an overgrown dodo on a diet its eye staring in confusion perhaps at its alternate name of booby yet when it flies there’s belief in those angled wings and perfect balance playing with the wind to soar and hover a creature in its element and repute fastest in a dive indeed a wing-tucked arrow in vertical plummet from the height to the rolling sea and the flash of silver neath the wave a fishy dinner guaranteed Such speed is never denied. Line count: 22 Free verse For Cards Against Authors, Week Six Prompt Prompt Card: You pick your own topic this week Word Card: Plummet Wild Card: Constraint - Use the prompt to create a new myth. |
| Abandonment 2 We’ve seen it often enough, you and I and all the world, there by the side of the road, forlorn and bereft of hope, worn and dirtied and abandoned, so singular in mystery, cast from society and exiled, the shoe alone. Line count: 8 Free verse For PromptMaster! February Week 2 Task Prompt Prompt: Write a poem using polysyndeton: adding multiple conjunctions in close succession for emphasis (e.g., “We lived and laughed and loved and left”). |
| Oh Thunderstorm Come now, you brass bold bellyings of the skies, you heralds of heaven’s drumbeats of doom, from your dark towers of threatening ramparts and stark semaphore sparking in the grimmest night, with your wild winds and soaking, stinging sleet, come now and measure your damndest draught ‘gainst my merely human and earthly frame, and I shall fart in harmony. Line count: 8 Free verse For PromptMaster! February Week 2 Prize Prompt Prompt: The most pretentious thing to say aloud in a dramatic thunderstorm. |
| A Sudden Death The blackened tree with heart charred by the strike of nature’s electric fury forlorn and bitter to be chosen by random fate separated now from the thread of ancestry. Line count: 8 Free verse For Cards Against Authors, Week 5 Prompt Prompt Card: A withered tree. Word Cards: Thread, Bitter. |
| One To be alone in the vast and welcoming arms of solitude to be nestled in the warmth of separation from the herd to be nurtured by the gentle hand of peace beyond the crowd to be settled in one’s fortress of singularity without contest therein lies the high ideal of self inspection the aspiration to the deepest knowledge of the soul achievement of nirvana in denial reward enshrined in the bejewelled crown of focused intent and ambition and loneliness. Line count: 16 Free verse For PromptMaster! February Round 1, Task Prompt Prompt: Write a poem about loneliness using warm, inviting language. |
| Rumour It was just a look a thing unspoken but it wrote a book to minds awoken. That fleeting glance a moment frozen between the dance of others dozing. a rumour started and stirred around before they parted all heard the sound. And now it’s taken by rich and poor as truth awaking and at their door. Line count: 16 Rhymed abab For PromptMaster! February Round 1, Prize Prompt Prompt: The thing that started the rumor. |
| Altschmerz Another day, another lack of dollar, eyes creak open to one more dark morning, and I must enter the cold to dress in preparation for more nothing. The same pains and aches find new regions and the floor feels uneven beneath my bare feet, the game of guess the ailment has lost its flavour, my defences still stand from long practice. When the future is crumpled into a tight ball within my grasp, squeezed long ago of all its juice and dry now to the touch, it’s hard to see a reason to continue. Old age is all and more than expected, once interesting in its changes, even soaring at times with possibilities, and now revealed as just another day. Line count: 16 Free verse For Cards Against Authors, Week 4 Prompt Prompt Card: You are suffering from Altschmerz (weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had - the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which makes you numb to them, and they're no longer interesting to think about). Word Cards: Soar, Footprint (You only need to choose one word to use). |
| Tourist Class Like sardines in a baitball preparing for death in the can air travellers in the metal tube shuffle and stretch in the aisle stashing, stacking the spaces and sliding, packing in seats bodies retracted into armoured defences, silenced in hush and muttering under breath readied for the slingshot hours when earth falls away beneath and life constricts into limits bounded by elbows of touch unrequested or desired thought and reason squashed into this hollow existence endurance the only intent. Scant relief in the vision of sky folded flat meals on a tray jaded old movies squawking as the hum of the engines rumble to keep you aware another minute flown toward release from the press and racehorse blinkers unwound only for the smooth patter of captain’s announcement confidence unwarranted to scrape into your treasured invincibility so carefully nurtured to hold on to alone. Return to earth crescendo a sudden whoosh of arrival and freedom beckons in the rush to forget until flying again. Line count: 35 Free verse For PromptMaster! Week 4 Task Prompt Prompt: Using onomatopoeia, write a poem describing a crowded event. Make at least one sound jarring. |
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