Poetry Pals - Week 41 - Spell Poems
a poem lost and not found
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Hello my wonderful poetry people,
I have been remiss in posting weekly the
prompts, a few reasons a) I very not been at my best b) I’ve been holding onto the ‘best’ for submitting to places to publish them c) imposter syndrome has risen again and I seem to get a bit of a writers block when presented with a specific prompt.Anyhoo, the prompt this week was
Within Rebecca Tanás’s book, Witch, there are a whole series of poems with the titles, ‘spell for…’ Including ‘spell for logic,’ ‘spell for friends’ and ‘spell for sex.’
I quite liked the idea of trying to write a spell poem and making it mysterious, mystical, maybe sensual. The thing about witches and witchcraft that sends tingles up my spine is that rebelliousness, that fire, that command of the rulebook. By writing a poem that ‘casts a spell’ there’s that taking back of power. Demanding different.
This could allow us to get deeply creative and curious, both in the words we chose, the techniques we employ, the theme of our poem and even the form. If there was ever an invitation to try something different then maybe this is it? Would you ever find a witch doubting her ability to weave some magic. I don’t think so. What will your ‘spell for…’ be? Can you let go and have a little dance with the dark?
I'd like to say I have a poem here for you
I'd like to say I have a poem here for you
I wrote one and it was reasonably good
and then I went to immortalise it here
and it was gone, disappeared into the ether
It was a poem about the recipe for a decent life
full of wit and charm and the wisdom of age
but it's not there anymore and I don't remember
the words, the rhythm, the intricate ideas any more.
Alas it is no more. So that was a bugger! I don’t know where I’ve put the poem I had written. It will bug me, and yet I will not try to rewrite it as it will never be quite the same. So on that note . . . .Till next time, peeps.
EDIT: I found it, lurking in a document of ill repute! I boxed its ears and sent it here. A Recipe for New Life Take one new human soul and add … A splattering of magnanimity A sprinkling of tenderness A handful of gentleness A smidgen of kindness A soupçon of empathy A pinch of humanity A speck of patience A twist of integrity A taste of humility A snip of decency A dash of grace A touch of love And so much heart, don’t forget the heart. Sprinkle liberally, definitely Liberally, Set aside to marinade and grow in size, Release to the world and allow to do good. (Disclaimer, missing out an ingredient could have a disastrous result, like a Tory or a tRumpist)
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