#AprilPrompts – Day 11 – THRILLER | Donna L Sadd

Maria Slavona [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Here’s a Day 11 prompt on Donna L. Sadd’s blog. I don’t know why it says Day 9. I’m sure there’s a reason. I’m often confused.

#AprilPrompts – Day 9 – THRILLER | Donna L Sadd.

Here’s a contribution:

Thriller

She has retreated

to a basement

where there is

no back door

and the grimy

window is too high

to reach, and the

skulls of previous

victims crunch

slightly under

her feet. She shares

a dark corner with

a rather large  spider,

a snake of indeterminate

toxicity, and a few

odd mice. Then,

suddenly

down the steps,

a shaft of light…

Donna L Sadd

Day 10, Donna L. Sadd’s Prompt: Write a Poem About Heart

By Jerry “Woody” from Edmonton, Canada [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Today’s prompt on Donna Sadd’s blog is to write a poem about heart. Here’s mine:

The token

in my story

was going to be

a golden heart,

until I heard

every book

crossing the desk

centered on

that symbol

of life and love,

so I decided

to move a beat

further into

another constant

of life: change.

Are Muses Just for Men?

Here is another Poetry month daily prompt site.  It is from Donna L. Sadd. Her suggestion today is to write a poem about the muse.

Well, mine is strange. When it comes to mythology, I can’t help considering the thoughts of Jung. Early poets and artists were usually men, and the muses are female all three or nine of them. (Often, real women filled those roles for artists, Sometimes, they even did some of the work and didn’t get credit for it.) I wonder whether the concept of a muse applies to female writers. Certainly, every artist enters the realm of something Freud called the unconscious, when time disappears and something else takes over. For me, this is a place/space rather than a person. Your thoughts?

#AprilPrompts – Day 2 – Muse – #NaPoWriMo | Donna L Sadd.

Muse

 

Nine-sistered

shadow

side of men,

splintered

daughter of

Mnemosyne,

goddess

of memory,

and Zeus,

master of Olympus,

or a group

gathered

by Osiris

to seed

civilization

in its wake,

one and many,

on the wings

of their pet

Pegasus,

they pull an

alternate progeny,

children of

image and

story, to rival

hungers

of blood.

A “New Arrival” Poem for Day 1 of Poetry Month, 2013

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Today is the first day of National Poetry Month! Today’s prompt on Robert Brewer’s blog asks for a “New Arrival” poem. Visit the link below to post your own. Mine is below.

2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 1 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.

Arrival

Sudden

on spare branches

against storm-darkened

sky, tiny

leaves glow,

immortal green,

on globe willows;

not there

yesterday,

dusty next week,

they spring

from nowhere,

expected but

astonishing

miraculous as morning

or the word

“again.”

Write a Poem about Architecture

You still have a day to write a poem about architecture on David L. Harrison’s blog.  There are some wonderful contributions. Take time to read them. You will be inspired.

Adult “W.O.M.” Poems | Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog.

Write an If I Were… Poem

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 205 | If I Were Happy Poem | Poems | WritersDigest.com.

It’s Wednesday on Robert Brewer’s blog. Today, fill in the blank in this phrase and make it your title: If I were…

Read the responses and add your own.

Here’s mine:

If I Were an Eagle

If I were an eagle,

I’d angle my wings

and slowly circle

over the frozen lake,

watching for an unwary

rabbit venturing out

across an unmarked

patch of snow. I’d

pass the cottonwood

aerie where I was raised

with my brother

and not wonder where

he had gone. I’d own

only the brittle winter

sky and a bare branch

with a hungry view.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 202 | Fictionalized True Event Poem | WritersDigest.com

Today’s challenge on Robert Brewer’s blog is to write a poem that fictionalizes a true event. �If you want to give it a try, click on the link.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 202 | Fictionalized True Event Poem | WritersDigest.com.

Here’s mine:

Going Home

On the bus

from my new

home to my

old one,

to catch

a last smile

from my

dying father,

I looked

out the window

at a familiar

pass shrouded

in forest fire

smoke, but

off to the right,

there was a

clearing, unseasonably

green and glowing,

like one of his

paintings and I

knew he was

finally home.

Linda Armstrong, 12/19/12. All rights reserved.

via Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 202 | Fictionalized True Event Poem | WritersDigest.com.