Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live 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:
‘Waiting for the dark’ by A. J. Wilson
the secret of loving you, is not to allow that invisible flame to burn too fiercely so only I can feel the heat, and the flicker of longed-for pain, you say I'm 'adorable', in a matter of fact way looking into the mirror, combing your hair your reflection knows the reality which is why we feel miles apart spinning intoxicated into oblivion tripping over cooling embers dancing into forgetfulness waiting for the dark
II. A. J.’s prompt guidelines
- Write a poem of no more than 12 lines;
- It must include the word “waiting”
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, July 31, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)
Last week’s W3 poem
This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by A. J. Wilson, was written in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Mich wrote:
‘Manila’ by Michelle Navajas
Manila Manila, i’m missing you like the Moon misses the Sun when it’s out there somewhere shedding light to the darkest of night. Manila, why do you keep coming back as the waves keep crashing back the shore after its adventurous stint in the farthest sea. Manila, how much longer will you linger over like a silent thief at night running away after it has stolen precious gems and jewelries. oh, Manila what’s with you anyway that someone like me is crazily enchanted by you? Maybe, it’s the memory of you and of a once beautiful story unbounded, unscathed by love’s wrongful ways.