Welcome to our sixth W3 Poetry Prompt, which will we shall be publishing on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish.
You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here’s the ‘tldr’ version:
The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond to in verse.
The second ingredient is a writing guideline (or two) provided by the PoW. Guidelines may include, but are not limited to: word counts, poetic forms, inclusion of specific words, and use of particular poetic devices.
After four days, when the prompt closes, the PoW shall select one participant’s poem as the W3 prompt for the following week, and its author becomes the next PoW.
Simple enough, right?
Okie dokie ~ Let’s do this thing!
I. The prompt poem:
‘Family’, by Britta Benson
Hopscotch gatherings of twice removed ties, stubborn hearts strung, as the drunken crow flies. Comings and goings, swift handshakes, goodbyes, we harbour ghosts, truth, iridescent lies. Hope never tires, surprise never dies. Tidied mess? Work in progress? Compromise? Hub of kindness, chances, crunch hugs and cries. You’re welcome, want it or not, we’re the prize!
II. Britta’s prompt guideline
- Any length, any style, only one guideline:
- Use one of the words in my poem as title for yours;
- How about ‘Hopscotch’, ‘Goodbyes’, ‘Ghosts’ or ‘Kindness’? You’ve got over fifty words to choose from.
III. Submit: Click on ‘Mr. Linky’ below
In order to participate and share a poem, open up this blog post, outside of the WordPress reader. At the bottom, just below these words, you will see a small rectangular graphic with the words ‘Mr Linky’. Click on that to submit.
Submissions are open for 4 days, until Sunday, June 12, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)
Last week’s W3 poem
This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by Britta, was in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which murisopsis wrote:
‘Finding A Voice’ a quatern by murisopsis
There is quiet but not silence Follow the rhythm of breathing Blink with rustling of eyelashes Hear the humming of hearts beating Creaking joints as positions shift There is quiet but not silence A small murmur of discomfort Introspection on world violence Look inward at private struggles Lips move as prayers remain wordless There is quiet but not silence Kindness surrounds with forgiveness Still our tongues to hear the message Put aside human defiance Listen to Love softly whisper There is quiet but not silence