I’ve been thinking, and I’m going to try to do the daily prompts off of the NaPo Facebook group as well as the official ones. It’ll be a good challenge, and honestly, any practise I can get is probably for the best. Plus, having at least three things due each day will trip up my mad procrastination skills which is always a plus. You can probably expect four poems today as I catch up.
The first films I saw in theatres
Were about the power of narrative,
Children running from bullies or neglect or incarceration
To end up in books.
To be fair, I was born on the tail-end of fantasy land,
As dark and terrifying and gorgeous as it was;
Seeped in the worst nightmares that might be permitted
Without scarring children irreparably.
The frame I carry with me
From story to story,
Is a shot of a wall of glass,
Golden-hued and warm,
That sheltered shelves upon shelves
So that at any time
The woman who had stolen them away
Might change into someone entirely new.
(Prompt: Write a poem inspired by or in the form of a recipe.)
Do you feel lost?
As if the world around you has been conspiring,
Edging itself, bit by bit,
Off its axis
So that one day it might escape you?
The ‘It Takes A Village’ Cake is here to help.
Created by a team,
A family, really,
The cake will bring together
Your family, friends, and life
All you need is:
- 1200 eggs
- 800 cups of pastry flour (unbleached)
- 650 cups of unrefined sugar
- 500 cups of milk
- A cow (optional)
- 300 lbs of butter
- 400 cups of icing sugar
- 863 bottles of vanilla
- 458 lbs of unsweetened chocolate
- 200 lbs of gummy worms
- 300 000 candy lego blocks
- At least 1 vat of Pixie Stix
- The largest lace curtains you can find for sifting
- A cement mixer
And 80 of your closest friends.
All right, here we go! Day One and I have 100% failed at the prompt. Ah well, I still liked this. I will try to do it properly after work though.
(Prompt: Write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.)
When I can
Humanity after earth,
My dog, tiny and soft
And still in my arms,
The heady taste
Of the morning I left,
Not necessarily in that order.
Happy April! How are you all doing so far? I decided to join so late this year that I missed out on writing the early-bird poem, but I really wanted to try writing one of these, so there will probably be two poems today. Hopefully? I’ll try my best, at least.
(Prompt: write a haibun)
The night before the end of the world is surprisingly clear, marked only by a crisp breeze and the sort of summer sky that only occurs in the dead of night. People seem softer, somehow, bathed under the light of the unnaturally large moon that watches patiently over everything they do. Waiting.
Across the skies
A message writ in ash;
The stars blink back.
Spring is finally here in Vancouver, which means we have at least a month of torrential downpours accented by hints of sun to look forward to. So, perfect writing weather.
Once again I’ll be participating in NaPoWriMo and CampNaNoWriMo throughout April. I’ll be posting the poetry here, and possibly snippets of my NaNo project if I have anything I’m particularly proud/frustrated about, so watch this space!