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:
‘Aurora’ by Aditi Sharma
The castles, the wars, the unwavering heart, moments of helplessness, creeping their way from places so dark and I knew you were happy, I knew you were sad, but when I felt all alone, I found you in those hidden trails, in the forsaken crevices of my heart, emerging like aurora, I had never felt those butterflies, overfilling my soul with the urge to encompass these boundaries between fiction and the facts and live inside that dream, while you delicately guide me across your masterpiece, I need to listen more, why everything fell apart and why still the love remains, I never knew what love felt like but it must feel like admiring this art, to find my way across its heart and fancying to live here till forever falls apart.
II. Aditi’s prompt guidelines
- Write a Pantoum poem;
- The theme should be: Anything dreamy, something non-existent in the real world, or just about your real-life dreams.
The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the 2nd and 4th lines of a quatrain recur as the 1st and 3rd lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new 2nd rhyme as BCBC, CDCD.
The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the 2nd line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.
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, September 18, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)
Last week’s W3 poem
This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by Aditi Sharma, was written in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Britta Benson wrote:
‘Boots on the ground’ by Britta Benson
When that last leaf falls, when autumn becomes all, we hold on to sinuous fibres, bend, tangle, gnarl our anxious souls into awkward, bloodless knots, clumps of quiet devastation. When that last leaf falls, when autumn becomes all, we bind hope with old spider thread, collect conkers, seeds, fill pockets in our need to preserve futures, pasts, gone, long before we were ready. When that last leaf falls, when autumn becomes all, we gasp, watch warm breath disperse, then resist this most courteous invitation to traverse the air, forget destinations, let go of fear and regret, just because. Still, we stop and stare at cold stones. Amongst rust gold, burnt amber, moss, we applaud nature’s reckless self-sacrifice. Forever scared of change, we touch graves, waiting for signs, shelter, courage, home, as our weatherproof boots root deeper into loss.