Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Music Challenge #34, “Hey Jude” by the Beatles. Also, thanks to Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip. For August 25th, she challenged us to write poetry in the form of trios-par-Huit.
“The Trois-par-Huit was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Trois-par-Huit (Three-by-Eight or Octa-Tri for short), a poem containing three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines OR 3, 2 and 3 lines: 8 lines total with a syllable count of 3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3. The rhyming pattern is AAB BBC CC where the last line is the title of the poem and summarizes the meaning of the poem. *Note: These poems are to appear center aligned. (www.shadowpoetry.com)
Thanks to Lorraine from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this Tale Weaver’s writing prompt a few weeks back. The prompt theme is ‘The Writerly Persuasion.’
Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this Tale Weaver’s Prompt based on the figure of death. Emily Dickinson’s poem “I could not stop for Death” and John Donne’s Holy Sonnet – “Death Be Not Proud” seem to say exactly what needs to be said for me on the prompt. And whatever I do, I can’t think of something I could say better than these poets due regardimg the personification of death. Please enjoy!
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Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt about a quest, such as the ones JRR Tolkien writes about in his famous books.
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Dragons are here, I know it
Dragons beware, my sword is sharp
Sharp as the knives hid on my body
Sharp as the tongue of my wife
Wife said, “Do not go”
Wife begged, yet I went
Went through the haunted forest dark
Went through the storms, muck, and mire
Mire as quicksand, sucked in my body
Mire that almost swallowed my life
Life burnt a flaming hole so wide
Life’s flame would not flicker out
Out of the muck and mire pulled
Out of certain death to rescue a princess
Locked in a tower for my Lord, my King
Locked in a tower and languishing.
Languished she did for centuries
Languished as a spell had been cast
Cast, so she would always sleep
Cast, because evil always hates
Hates beauty and goodness
Hates who this princess is said to be
Be afraid though, I warn you, friend
Be vigilant in your task to save
Saving the princess isn’t the challenge
Saving her, I wondered, where is the dragon?
Dragon she rose from the depths of beauty
Dragon was the the princess herself
Herself screaming, “I am the dragon”
Herself shouting, “I will eat you whole”
Wholly she transformed in that fiery beast
Wholly she was a scaled, sulphereous demon
Demon who cried, “I am no damsal in distress”
Demon who seethed, “I protect me”
Me, I gazed upon the languishing beauty
Me, my eyes met the dragons yellow-eyed stare
Stared into my soul, saw I was a ruin
Stared into my heart, saw I was wretched
Wretched cursed princess, the dragon?
Wretched as the princess waiting
Waiting and no one came so she grew tired
Waiting as she wrecks her vengeance
Vengeance because no hero is true
Vengeance, she can depend only on herself, no heroes
Hereo, the archetypal kind who abuse poor maidens
Heroe, is there such a man who ever existed?
Existed a hero she once did love
Existed her hero but he never came — she remains cursed
Cursed though she be, I could not destroy the beast
Cursed, she knows not why she is punished, cursed.
Beast but still a girl, so I left, ashamed I could not save her.
Cursed, she lingers on my mind, the maiden, the dragon as one