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Writing 201- Day 6

Well today’s challenge proved a toughie for me.  The theme was ‘Hero (or heroine)’ so I’ve gone a bit literal, using the myth of Hero and Leander (yes, I know it’s been done far better by the likes of Christopher Marlowe, but hey, it’s all I could think of).  We were tasked to write a ballad using Anaphore or Epistrophe (or both) which is a fancy way of saying starting, or finishing, a line with the same word, hence the rather weird construction of this poem!! Anyhoo, here it is, all very sad…. 😦

The Tragic Love of Hero and Leander

In myth, ‘tis said, the priestess Hero,
in summer found her love.
In nights warm blanket
in lamp-lit secret
in so-cold sea he swam,
in the darkness climbed her tower, and
in her chamber she succumbed, ‘til…

In rough waters, despite endeavor,
in confusion he was lost.
in her anguish, weeping Hero,
in the water joined Leander, who
in that darkness rest his head, so
in drowning joined forever,
in tragedy they bound their love.

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Writing 201 – Day 5……’When I’m Bored’

I’m a bit late with this, and I apologise for not taking this challenge completely seriously. Friday’s prompt was ‘Fog’ and the poem was to be written in the form of an elegy (longing) using metaphors.  Errmm…this is what I came up with..

When I’m Bored

Through the fog of tedium
My thoughts turn to you
You dusky seductress
Wrapped in silver sheets
Waiting to melt at my lips

I cannot resist your call
Though you lead me
to this fattened state
I’m ready to accept my fate
I’m yours,oh perfect chocolate

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A little bit of springtime

Well, it’s a really miserable day here. No sign of the torrential rain stopping, so I’ve been looking through a few of last year’s spring photo’s to cheer me up.  Thought I’d share ’em!  By the way, that’s a teeny tiny spider on a miniature daffodil taken with a long ‘ol lens – well, you didn’t think I’d get close up now, did you? 🙂

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Writing 201, Poetry – Day 4 ‘Silver Surfer’

Well, today we’ve been tasked to create a ‘concrete’ poem using the prompt ‘Animal’ and enjambment.  Concrete poems use the words to make the shape of the subject or just as a visual nudge. I’ve had a bit of a giggle fiddling and twiddling in Word to try and achieve the desired effect. Its a bit short and sweet, but I think it worked ok (for a first attempt anyway 😉 )…can you tell what it is?

SILVER SURFER

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Writing 201 Poetry – Day 3

Today’s prompt is ‘Trust’ and we’re charged with writing an acrostic poem, using internal rhymes. I enjoyed writing this, but I do find my writing becomes much clumsier with such constraints.  However, it’s good practice and I’ve given it my best shot!

Dependence

Drugged high, I watch and wait for your touch
Entrusting my life to you, your
Presence has become my essence
Existing in this space where only your face
Needs to be
Desolate, I lay shivering and sheet-bound
Expecting the cold breath of death
No power to move, yet
Caresses of your warm hand calm me
Escape is futile, still, in you I trust.

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Writing 201 poetry challenge – day two!

Today’s challenge is to write a limerick on the theme of a journey using illiteration.

I admit I’m not liking this challenge much but…

’bout lim’ricks little I know
But I thought that I’d give it a go
‘litteration is hard
‘cos I’m not quite the bard
So I’m sorry it’s very so-so

boom boom….!

Here are a few of my attempts. Won’t win any prizes… ;-(  Take your pick!

Whilst travelling North on a train
A woman was heard to exclaim
Posh people beware
If you don’t pay full fare
There’ll be tea instead of champagne

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Travelling through night on a Boeing
You can’t really see where you’re going
But if you get some shut eye
While through dark skies you fly
Miles will melt without you quite knowing

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There was an old woman who travelled
Wherever she wandered she paddled
in bare feet she splashed
while her knickers she flashed
‘til she no longer walked she just waddled

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I’m thinking of entering a show
Though I’ve got little talent I know
a ‘journey’ seems fun
like a day in the sun
So I’m willing to give it a go.

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Perfection in symmetry

Posted as part of the Daily Post photo challenge.  This weeks prompt – Symmetry

Yeah, I know, I’ve used this picture before, but frankly, I don’t really do symmetry, so had a struggle to find a suitable picture (and no, since you ask, I couldn’t think of anything to snap on this horrible cold and rainy day), but searching through my archive, the symmetry of this birds wings set in front of the most perfectly symmetrical and beautiful building in the world seemed to be the obvious choice.

The photograph was taken in the early morning, and the heavy morning mist made the Taj Mahal seem even more magical and ethereal. Seeing it then for the first time took my breath away.

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Writing 201 – the poetry challenge day one!

Today’s challenge is to write a Haiku on the subject of water using similie.  I’ve written three on the same theme. I know which I think is best, but it would be lovely if you’d let me know which you favourite!

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The spectre of death
Hovers over the village
Without fresh water

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Where fresh water runs
The dark sponge of long-dry soil
Turns to abundance

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To sip at a cup
Of cool water from a stream
Is to taste lifeblood

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The Final Path

cuba cemetry for poem

Slowly, slowly,
advancing with tender steps,
emitting clouds of scarlet
with each tremulous breath,
the golden child
humbly crept

Brazenly her locks tumbled,
shrouding her shoulders
in a champagne veil
and the dusky angels
turned their heads In envy
as even the spiders silk seemed coarse

Heavy shadows blurred
the silvered path she trod,
where startled dandelions
puffed their clocks,
though time stood still
and sunrise never came

In the placid grove
where soft grasses
solemnly bowed,
the lilac air filled
with the songs of souls stirred
by an unfamiliar beat

And as they watched
that unknown child,
her iridescence faded,
turned to pearl translucence
as, with grace, she slid
into their ethereal embrace