At twilight we scramble past rocks and moss-filled beaches, as our feet skim the lake’s surface, squishing into pillow sand; we crouch in anticipation for a silver scale to gleam. The setting sun blinds, but neither of us are scared for we know now, is time to catch glittering fish-dragons; we’ve lost enough to ensure we grasp them all. They’re shadows leap into the marmalade sky, plashless but fated the moment we spotted them.
For NaPoWriMo Day 26, the Prompt is: “to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.” I’m combining with Bikurgurl’s Week 67 for #100WordWednesdays.
Leo the polar bear headed down to the local watering hole and it didn’t surprise him that the usual gossiping seals were there as he drank from the refreshing lake. “Haven’t you heard?The humans are back doing their testing and they’ve tagged us all; if I were you, I’d stay hidden because once you’re tagged they’ll comeback every year to look you over.” Leo yawned, “They tagged me years ago but I never mind, each year they’re like Santa, they bring gifts of fish.”
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays.
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Credit: Bikurgurl
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We live along the river in delapitated shanties. At sunrise we sleepily pull on our rubber boots and checked flannel shirts. It’s late fall and the days are chillier. It doesn’t mean we can’t fish, but the joy of a temperate summer is a distant memory. Gone are the laughter filled nights of plentiful fish, drinking rice wine until midnight.
Harsh temperatures have arrived. Our mornings are early so we can chase the waning light. Evening arrives and the catch is not terrible but not plentiful. The fish at this time of year are wiggly and stronger.
I shiver in the morning light, winter’s stinging winds drawing near. Soon the river will be coated with ice. Then, all we can do is drill a hole and hope for something to bite — anything.
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is a nine line poem of any form. For A to Z Challenge were looking for a GoidReads quote beginning with the letter H (first or last name) and the picture below comes from Bikurgurl for #100WordWednesday.
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Credit: Bikurgurl
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“I can’t say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words” —Rachel Hawkins
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge prompt is to write a poem about luck & fortuitousness. The A to Z Challenge GoodReads quote is from an author whose name begins with the letter F.
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Credit: A Mixed Bag
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I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. —Franklin D. Roosevelt
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You can see them swooping from the trees up high, they hope they’ll —
Find a tiny morsel, a scrap of food to eat, to sway —
Nature in their favour to —
Live another busy day through.
Birds hoping to find worms to eat,
Survival filled with such screeching.
Wings drifting on the wind, their tweets now satisfied they ate —
Today was a lucky day, a game of chance they’re sated.
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Fortune favours the brave so they say, but is it the brave —
Who triumph or their prey, having such a terrible bad day?
However, we try, birds diving,
Can’t save the fish from dying.
The birds eat, fish already gone.
Bad luck today, forever they’re gone.
In the cliffs in the distance, I watch birds swiftly fly,
Plunging, gliding higher, for soon they’ll be prey in sky.
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For fortune knows, on certain days we win and on others —
We lose, so the birds they’re a meal ticket too, so discovered,
By bigger birds with talons sharp,
By the ocean’s creature’s smart.
Waiting for the birds to dive low,
Then gulping them down, never slow.
Call it the circle of life but it’s a necessary,
You can see them, so survive while you can, live eagerly.
And finally, our prompt (optional, as always)! Today’s prompt comes to us from Vince Gotera, who suggests a prompt very much in keeping with our poet in translation, a “kenning” poem. Kennings were riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas. Basically, they are ways of calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description — for example, the sea would be called the “whale road.” Today, I challenge you to think of a single thing or person (a house, your grandmother, etc), and then write a poem that consists of kenning-like descriptions of that thing or person. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. If you’re looking for examples, you can find one that Vince wrote here and a different example here. Happy writing!
Please see NaPoWriMo for more information. A Vallinella has a rhyme scheme of aba aba aba aba aba abba.
Davey drove Jackie home and opened the front door. He took her upstairs to her bedroom and told her to pack for a sunny destination. Jackie dare not argue, she had seen the gun in Davey’s jacket pocket. Davey brought up some wine for them both to drink. He opened the bottle and poured her a glass. She guzzled it down without thinking. Davey chuckled and Jackie began to feel woozy.
The next event Jackie remembered was having her hair and makeup done and being buttoned into a diaphanous silk and lace white gown. Next, she recalled saying her vows to Davey on a beautiful beach. It was if her own life was occurring from a distance.
She came to as Davey was feeding her and she was eating hungrily from his murderous hands. She began to scream and kick and Davey took her jaw and forced a glass of champagne down her throat. Then, when Davey had Jackie almost naked and she couldn’t move, Davey got on top of her holding her arms above her head while he took advantage of her. The last thing she remembered thinking was why why there were fish in the wall. Little white ones and that they were as trapped as her the again Mrs. Davey Harrison.
Word Count: Aprox. 220
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