W3 Prompt #18: Weaโ€™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 respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #18: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Flutter by, or: The Reverend Spooner

A 'Butterfly Oddquain' fish sniver rake broad power fletals peacock plumage foudly pranned float across earth's jibrant vunctions daintain mistinctions flutter by free #TankaTuesday For today's #TankaTuesday poetry prompt, Reena shared a piece of her art, for which Colleen encouraged poets to pen ekphrastic syllabic poems. I opted for a 'Butterfly Oddquain' form, employing spoonerisms,… Continue reading Flutter by, or: The Reverend Spooner

Upon their first kiss, or: Nary a misgiving

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas he yearns for all of hersoft, supple secrets she gladly gifts himhis desire pressed againstquivering painful needwith nary a misgiving she lets herself be takenas control crumbles upon their first kiss How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first… Continue reading Upon their first kiss, or: Nary a misgiving

Whims of time, or: Poetry’s portal

A Wayra slave to whims of time parenthood; work; shopping; sleep clocks' hands spin erratically align but fleetingly poetry's portal clicks ~ step through Wayra? The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia. The elements of the Wayra are: 5 lines; syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8;unrhymed. #TankaTuesday The above was written for… Continue reading Whims of time, or: Poetry’s portal

Gold, or: Blue

An ekphrastic poem barren skeletal trees and snow- covered, distant peaks speak of winter, more than mere hints belied by golden hillsides as though - as though - a woman could warm herself merely by lying down upon them, though whether she rested her back there; upon the stubborn green grass; rough, rocky hills; or silent… Continue reading Gold, or: Blue

Gerard, or: Me

My first ekphrastic poem Inspired by Gerard Richter's 'Abstract iii' My fingers brush across the keys Clickety clack, clickety clack Symbols appear upon the screen Clackety click, clickety I've nothing else but what I mean Clackety Through The middle What changes most is color scheme Two in one, two in one Black cloud travels to… Continue reading Gerard, or: Me