Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
once upon a time I slept
each night in peace and quiet
but then the screams ran riot
the peace no longer kept
and now the voice inside my head
sings a raucous melody
its song is endless thankfully
as silence fills my heart with dread
I don’t think I actually followed the w3 prompt correctly ( as this enclosed rhyming) but it inspired me so I’m giving them props!
what if magic is the true key
not illogical or absurd
but the spell that sets us all free
what if magic is the true key
where you and I awoke as we
ideas shared with a secret word
not illogical or absurd
what if magic is the true key
Inspired by many things including the RDP prompt (ABSURD) and the call to visualize joy, for which I chose the Seasons of Enchantment card. It brought to mind my happy place: a magical world where joy abounds.
Plus, I’m still having fun with the Triolet, which is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). I chose the 8-syllable version tonight.
a sigh at sunset
the day’s challenge a standoff
our future unknown
the winter sun glows
fire and ice caught in the gleam
and the day lingers
under the night sky I waver
as moonbeams penetrate my shroud
baring that fateful palaver
under the night sky I waver
wishing I had once been braver
but the die was cast as I bowed
under the night sky I waver
as moonbeams penetrate my shroud
Today, Reena asks us to consider: THE MASKS WE FORGOT TO REMOVE
Let your protagonist (fictional or real) explore the following aspects.
The RD Prompt (WAVER) seemed to fit into my thoughts as I played around with the idea of the consequences of decisions contrary to your true self. At least I think that may be what I was going for. It took its own course-as words sometimes do.
Plus, I’m clearly obsessed with the Triolet this week.
A Triolet is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). [I did 8-syllables today.]
Staring out the window, I search for the final line of my verse.
Through the looking glass
Beyond the land of wonder
Alice …?
Alice cries for home? Alice mourns for me?
I need to move away from the glass. I can’t focus. Every sound, any little movement, and I’m sure it’s her. Finally. Home for the holidays. She said she’s not interested, but she’s just confused. I can change her mind. Explain things. Show her my words. Convince her she’s meant to be with me. Mine. Forever.
Then it comes to me. The perfect ending:
Alice dies for love.
(100 words)
PHOTO PROMPT ©Yvette Prior
Esther’s Writing Prompt (GLASS) immediately brought Alice in Wonderland to mind and then the Friday Fictioneers photo skewed Wonderland into an even creepier space.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 