Here’s what to do: *Write a poem (in any form) in response to the challenge: to pick three or more words from the spice list above to use in your poem.
On a paprika and saffron sky Subdued by vanilla clouds We bid the zest of day good-bye On a paprika and saffron sky. Time to savor a lush lullaby Dispersed are imposing crowds On a paprika and saffron sky Subdued by vanilla clouds.
I first came across Lee’s work on Twitter – @LeeMadgwick – and was struck by his surreal landscapes, and those enigmatic buildings. I immediately wanted to share them with you guys, and see what poetry came out of them, and Lee was kind enough to give me permission to do that. Please stick with these images, as these are the ones we have permission for – but if you want to see more of Lee’s (amazing) work, you can find him at leemadgwick.co.uk.
So it’s very simple tonight – choose an image, and write a poem inspired by it. Please credit Lee, and please link back to this post, and to good old Mr Linky. And don’t forget to read and comment on other people’s poems.
Shadows forge a crown of light Combating joys and sorrows meet Enchanted doves in easy flight Shadows forge a crown of light Sheltered moments free from plight Exposing anguish to defeat Shadows forge a crown of light Combating joys and sorrows meet —————————- I Triolet Form
Rising at dawn, Breathing in peacefulness, Your thankful habit Of poignant pause.
In vital company of One moment wholly natural. -Alertness alive- Everything greeting nothing.
Nebulous doubts of Reward obscured by honesty, Fortune occupies the morning. Where tepid souls awaken To all things possible.
So, give me your lost loves, your broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that failed to sprout.
Not To Be
My life- a filament on a mirrored pond, freely floating, no horizons visible. Drifting- against my will or perhaps in spite of it- but for the breezes. I’m certain you MUST exist, in this singular universe, But for chance, most unfair, I’ll not find you there.
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.