Showing posts with label #NaPoWriMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #NaPoWriMo. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Poems in April: Tree Mythology

Welcome to the Poems in April Challenge for Sunday 21st March 2019 with Kim from Writing in North Norfolk.

I have been reading The Overstory by Richard Powers, an amazing novel of intricately woven roots and branches: tree stories that bring together a group of strangers, each summoned in different ways by trees to save a few remaining acres of virgin forest.

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Daphne and Apollo - found on Wikipedia
As a lover of trees – they are my favourite plant of all – I have been mesmerised by this novel and it has inspired my prompt for today, which is based on myths and legends, stories in which people change into trees, such as Daphne, who becomes a bay laurel before Apollo can catch her; the Maenads who murdered Orpheus and have to watch their own toes turn into roots and their legs into trunks; Cyparissus, transformed into a cypress tree by Apollo; Myrrha, who is changed into a myrtle after creeping into her father’s bed; and Baucis and Philemon who spend centuries together as oak and linden as a reward for taking in strangers who are actually gods. There are too many tree myths and legends to list them all here.

The challenge is to pick a tree story, from the list above or any other you know and love, and write a poem about it. You can write it in the classical way as a ballad or narrative poem, or you can update it, riff with it or play around with the idea in any form of your choice. You can even make up your own story about a human who is changed into a tree.

Here are a few links to help you:

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Baucis and Philemon by Arthur Racham - image found on Pinterest

I also found this wonderful poem by Katherine Gallagher, 'The Year of the Tree':
https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/gallagher-katherine/the-year-of-the-tree-0646003

Using your knotty tree finger, join in by clicking on Mister Linky and filling in your name and url – not forgetting to tick the small ‘data’ box. And please remember to read and comment on other toads’ poems – let’s see if we can create a living forest of mythological poems!

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

The Tuesday Platform: Understand that this is a dream (Poems in April ~ Day 9)


Understand That This Is A Dream 
 by Allen Ginsberg

Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
If I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
I am awake / and why do that?
When I dream in a dream that I wake / up what
happens when I try to move?
I dream that I move
and the effort moves and moves
till I move / and my arm hurts
Then I wake up / dismayed / I was dreaming / I was waking
when I was dream still / just now.
and try to remember next time in dreams
that I am in dreaming.
And dream anything I want when I’m awaken.
When I’m in awakeness what do I desire?
I desire to fulfill my emotional belly.
My whole body my heart in my fingertips thrill with some old fulfillments.
Arcane parchments my own and the universe the answer.
Belly to Belly and knee to knee.
The hot spurt of my body to three to thee
old boy / dreamy Earl / you Prince of Paterson / now king of me / lost Haledon
first dream that made me take down my pants
urgently to show the cars / auto trucks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gang was blond /
that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks away  (Read full poem here)


Greetings poets, wayfarers and friends. Welcome to the Tuesday Platform, the weekly open stage for sharing poems in the Imaginary Garden.  Please link up a poem, old or new, and spend some time this week visiting the offerings of our fellow writers.

If you are participating in the poem-a-day challenge and looking for inspiration then here is an optional prompt for you. Write a poem using the title of Ginsberg's poem as a point of reference.   


Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I look forward to reading what you guys come up with on Day 9 of the month-long adventure. Happy Poeming!🍄

 

SHARE * READ * COMMENT * ENJOY

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Poems in April ~ Late night conversations with the muse

The sky tonight is a palette of midnight blue and poetry that pierces through the heart of the moon. Greetings poets, wayfarers and friends. Welcome to the third day in April.  


For today's challenge I invite you all to write about late night. Come share with us a poem that describes what goes through your mind or appeals to you during this time when the stars are somewhere behind the moodiness of the clouds. 

Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I look forward to reading what you guys come up with. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!🍣


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Virtue or Vice

For today's prompt I would like you to consider virtues and vices, or more specifically the Seven Deadly Sins or the Seven Heavenly Virtues. The Seven Deadly Sins are Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. The Seven Heavenly Virtues are Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness and Humility. Your poem must include at least one of the names of the Virtues or Vices (and I know several of you will be tempted to use more than one - that's Pride right there).


As always, this poem should be new for this prompt. Be sure to visit your fellow Toads to see what they have created.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Poems In April - The Tuesday Platform


Welcome to the Tuesday Platform, your unprompted free-range day for sharing poems in the Imaginary Garden. Please look up from your smartphone and link up a poem. Then be sure to visit the offerings of our fellow writers.

And for those of you who would like some inspiration for today, I suggest you try your hand at Twitter Poetry i.e. to write a poem within twitter's text limit of 140 characters. On your mark, get set, go!

SHARE * READ * COMMENT * ENJOY

 

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Day 21: Mythical Creatures


Peter Paul Reubens, "Leda and The Swan," 1601,
Our animal cousins have never been far from us, especially while we sleep. We only think we're different.

During homo sapiens’ million-year dream-time, animal and human were deeply enmeshed. Consciousness was like a fish coming out of the water. Our dreaming selves dive back into the furred and feathered and finned.  

In those blending waters of the lower brain, distinctions fade, similarities grow. A fish walks with our feet, a horse has a human head. The snake slithers round Eve’s forearm and sets as golden arm-bracelet. Birds caw our name from the trees, seals stare back with beloveds' eyes.

A shaman’s initiation ordeal meant being devoured, digested and tutored in the ways of healing by one great animal or another. His or her familiar was a totem topped by an eagle or bear or killer whale.

Is it the guilt of our killing hunger that painted hyper luminous beasts in the Paleolithic caves, and chases us at night, braying the Wild Hunt across the sky?

In myth, transformation from human to animal is a commonplace. In Greek myth Cyncus, who grieved the fall of his friend Phaeton so deeply, turns into a swan; Philomena’s rape and disfigurement (her tongue is ripped out, to prevent her from telling on her aggressor) transforms into a nightingale whose song pierces the heart. Actaeon the hunter is turned into a stag while spying on naked Artemis in her bath and then is devoured by his own dogs.

When human and animal pair, the result is never sure. Pasiphae loved the Cretan Bull, and their union produced the Minotaur.  Zeus seduced the maid Leda in the form of a swan, and Leda gives birth to Helen, whose beauty launched a thousand war-ships.  Go figure.

Some gods are animals—Cernunnos the Celtic woodland god has the horns of a stag; the Egyptian god Anubis, guarder of graves, is a dog. The Russian raven-god Kutkh releases the sun and the moon from its bill. Coyote and Crow both enjoy a rich tradition of Native American folk-tales.

Mythic monsters are legion. A griffin is eagle and lion; dragon a flying snake; Argus is a hundred-eyed giant and Cyclops a boor-bully with just one. Scylla is a many-tentacled she-beast whose lair is just before the mouth of Charybdis, the whirlpooling monster. Apollo gets his prophetic powers from killing the Pythian snake, and the Medusa—the chick with those nasty adders for hair—petrifies anyone caught in her gaze. (Literally.) When she is beheaded by Perseus, the winged horse Pegasus leaps from her spilled blood.  

Animals keep us guessing just what’s really going on. The Devil is a poodle in Goethe’s Faust, the prince is a frog who may have already joined us here at the Pond. One of my cousins, MacOdrum of UIst, runs with the seal-tribe.  You just never know.

For today’s NaPoWriMo challenge, pick an animal and write its myth. You can riff on an existing tale or concoct your own. Put your beloved pet in a folktale, or walk a mile in an animal's paws.  Let’s honor the beasts who ensoul the Garden, and the child in us all who can still see and talk and ride with them.


Thursday, April 19, 2018

Get Listed: Poems In April Edition

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To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?  (read full poem here)

- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring.

Greetings to all poets, wayfarers and friends. We are halfway through the month of April, and I must admit it has been an incredible journey so far. I have long been in love with poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay. There is something distinctly profound about the way she picks her words and phrases and the poem above is a perfect example.

For this 'Get Listed' edition I want you guys to come up with your own brief creation. Please keep your poems under 100 words. Choose one of the word groups (using all four words) that fits best with the mood/theme/personality of your poem.
  • canopy               frost                   despair                omen                        sensual
  • wander              dawn                  blood                   wistful                      features
  • lightly                pity                     guts                      crocus                       blue
  • spring                change               dark                       edge                        mouth

Choose your own form or write in free verse if preferred. I look forward to what you guys come up with. The link doesn't expire so feel free to write more than one poem. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!