W3 Prompt #52: 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:

‘At peace, or: For now’, a memento by David ben Alexander

After long tortuous ages...
words settle upon screen-
at peace;
unfurled, mind's warped curling pages-
line upon line serene...
~ angsts cease ~

Read, read, reread; and all is right-
thoughts mercifully still
for now;
it's for these moments that I write-
slavelike, clasping for quill...
and- how.

II. The prompt guidelines

• Write a poem of at least six lines that’s heavy on consonance, assonance, or both;
  • Consonance: repetition of identical consonant sounds;
  • Assonance: repetition of similar vowel sounds.

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, May 1, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)

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Last week’s W³ poem

This week’s W³ prompt poem (above), composed by li’l ol’ me, was written in response to last week’s W³ prompt poem, which Destiny wrote:

‘Escape’, a symetrelle by Destiny

her silence smiles in secret

as she rides the waves to reach the sky
and seizes the winds to help her fly

she climbs wispy clouds of a waning twilight
to swing from the moon freewheeling at midnight
her laughter gentle, tease the angels in flight
as she races shooting stars across the night

impossible when caged, they all sigh
dreamy, her eyelids blink her reply

her silence smiles in secret