W3 Prompt #41: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro

Dear friends,

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:

Part I

The main ingredient of W³ is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read before participating in the prompt.

Part II

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.

Part III

After five 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?

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Okie dokie ~ Let’s do this thing!

I. The prompt poem:

‘Concrete jungle’, a tanka by Angela Wilson

you hold me with pride 
crowning me with neon lights 
come join the party 
I am old but full of life 
steaming from the underground

II. Ange’s prompt guidelines

1. Select a haiku written by someone other yourself;
2. Construct a “Golden Shovel” poem from that haiku.

Golden Shovel?

A golden shovel is a poetic form in which the last word of each line forms a second, pre-existing poem (or section thereof), to which the poet is paying homage.

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 5 days, until Monday, February 13, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)

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Last week’s W³ poem

This week’s W³ prompt poem (above), composed by Angela Wilson, was written in response to last week’s W³ prompt poem, which Jaideep Khanduja wrote:

‘A Riddle – Can You Answer?’, a poem by Jaideep

I am a thing that’s always true,
A treasure that’s always new.
I am a thing that’s always pure,
A treasure that will forever endure.

I am a thing that’s often sought,
A treasure that is dearly bought.
I am a thing that’s hard to find,
A treasure of a different kind.

I am a thing that’s hard to see,
A treasure that’s concealed from thee.
I am a thing that’s hard to touch,
A treasure that’s beyond your clutch.

I am a thing that’s hard to hear,
A treasure that’s always near.
I am a thing that’s hard to say,
A treasure that’s given away.

I am a thing that’s always true,
A treasure that’s always new.
I am a thing that’s always pure,
A treasure that will forever endure.

What am I?