When you called my name, I rose – jumped up
during toddler years, ever at
the ready. My heart still leaps
with every summons – bound
o’er distance and time –
to the child still
gently held
inside
you.
When you called my name, I rose – jumped up
during toddler years, ever at
the ready. My heart still leaps
with every summons – bound
o’er distance and time –
to the child still
gently held
inside
you.
Join Christine in this challenging and always timely prompt
Just a reminder that for the month of April, I am departing from my normal monthly Creativity Prompt format, and instead, providing one phrase as the prompt for the month: We Will Not Be Silenced. However, I will be offering two different ways to approach the prompt. Feel free to respond in either way, or to respond to both. There is no limit to how many pieces of writing or art you submit for the challenge as long as I receive your submission by April 30th. I will accept previously published pieces of writing or art as long as you retain the rights to this work.
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For December, I look to book titles related to Christmas, the month of December, and Winter for inspiration. The books that these prompts are drawn from represent many different voices and points of view. I hope that you find them as evocative as I do and that you will be intrigued enough to learn more […]
December’s Creativity Prompt Challenge: Once Upon a December
can you hear Gaia sigh as she shakes out her hair and prepares for winter’s nap, shedding her last gaudy cloak in prolonged glory? her jeweled mantle floats to somnolence with the ease of long practice. she bares her breast – audacious – afore the cleansing of Boreas’ howls. do you catch the whisper of […]
Song for Autumn – Aurora Phoenix
I can taste the wild abandon crunch underfoot as I spin, tousle-headed glory on a wing and a whim. I careen, dizzy-drunk, and sprawl – the poster child for breathless exuberance. “Bury me!” is the shriek – perennial as the palette – as I wriggle and giggle amongst the golds. My mane, titian in crumbled […]
Fall, Leaves, Fall – Aurora Phoenix
crimson had not yet bloomed crisp-splattered across vistas strewn autumnal breeze hinted chill at pre-dawn calamity winds gusting hard to ill gale capsized her all wave on wave, apoplectic deadened browns crest fall shame, scarlet blaze faded in season’s wither wanders lost daze now accidental tourist forlorn, scorned, windshorn in her own – foreign – […]
Accidental Tourist – Aurora Phoenix
Sanhaim do leaves mourn their neighbors as passions flame out? pine o’er skeletal plummet scarlet breathes last to rust crumbled to prickly dust or do they celebrate leafy passings? dance a fluttering jig as they scuttle limb flutter earthward fancy meet crunching destiny I hear matrilineal whispers rising amongst wooded footfalls each rustle communes ‘twixt my soul and revenants’ do autumnal spirits howl as harvest shrivels to husks? bay as mooning coyotes writhe anguished in fields barren, stripped of yield or mark they these endings in ecstatic ululations? cavort, wild and free circle ends with begins lament not the cyclic spin my foremothers caress hollows of my provenance brisk autumn breezing ‘tween now and yesteryears
when you call me feminist with that sneer that mocks blue-black from deadened eyes have you consulted Webster as you disparage inexactly? is it equality that prompts your jaw tightening snarling disdain? what fear you if I stood shawty at your side? when you label me feminist in that tone befit for excrement you […]
Bastardizing Feminism
Join me in rising to the occasion of November writing prompts from the inimitable Christine!
I am thrilled to be back on Brave & Reckless and offering daily prompts which I hope will stimulate your creativity.
For November, I looked to poem and book titles related to Thanksgiving and Fall for inspiration. I fell in love with the title of Douglas Florian’s poetry collection Autumnblings, which beautifully captures this time of year and have chosen it for the name of November’s prompt challenge.
The poems and books that these prompts are drawn from represent many different voices and points of view. I hope that you find them as evocative as I do and that you will be intrigued enough to learn more about them.
There is only one rule to my prompt challenge: the poem or book title should serve as the title of your piece OR all the words of the title should be integrated into your piece somehow.
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