December’s Creativity Prompt Challenge: Once Upon a December

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

Song for Autumn – Aurora Phoenix

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

Sanhaim





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

November’s Creativity Prompt Challenge: Autumnblings

Join me in rising to the occasion of November writing prompts from the inimitable Christine!

Brave & Reckless

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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Of Grief and Cases

there was an offer to help unpack your griefcase

as you journeyed from the dark side of the moon

you stepped inside the circle, oft assuaging

while ghouls whispered ill, of o’er containment

we wrestled with buckles of fiery quicksand

as sequestered skeletons rattl’d moldering bones

we offered cleansing for aged, festering wounds

/suppuration clung, cobwebbing logical thought/

patterns wrest from faded ledgers

we edit in the cold light of day

your demons reigned in the gloaming

cajoling, glib with their forked tongues

my pores weep for all the losses

I taste the salt poured in your open wounds

Drips of Herstory


what say you? vines of my past

did you suckle the honey

from my kin

as they buzzed past you

oblivious

to how you rooted your scent

deep in my veins, the summer yellow

of childhood abandon

                                                                                                                                          I was dropped from a black hole

part hurt fledgling – wild thing

bird of swift wing

part hothouse flower – wilting

salt crystalized in Death Valley

I am square peg in round hole

oft too dense of emotion

I vision my foremothers

stern and stout skirted

breaking ground and convention

setting down roots

of farm and family

twining their dreams

with my memories, sepia’d

                                I fit not well in the world, betimes

my spitfire tenacity ruffles

too many feathers while

my soft underbelly

is ripped raw from the teeth

of daily indignities

could they vision me?

those stalwart matriarchs

perseverance personified

who faltered not

from motherland to new world.

I trace our bloodlines

in the scars on my psyche

in moments, I imagine myself

unwelcome

 as an overly plump raindrop

plunking cold and abrupt

on a spring sunned bosom

joined apace in feigned ennui

perhaps we are all cicadas

screaming at seventeen years

invisibility

cramming all the living we can

into each moment amongst the leaves

we shed our shells

in search of beauty

gather independence

cling to the trunks of our past

securing center

and soar

 with our kin

Conflagration

Huracan and Hephaestus roar

spew forth their fury

remonstrating rage

reminiscent of days of yore

repercussions blaze

at the injustice

                        at the arrogance

at the almighty ignorance

tree nymphs and spirits shrivel

innocence sacrificed

                        martyred

to the selfish consummation

casualties of the self-absorbed

they wither into ash

                        raining needless deaths

in black pre-emptive night

Helios and Eos grieve

this demonic devastation

                        the unholy alchemy

of incessant power and greed