Most of the week has been taken up with sorting out my tax return at about as last a moment as I have had to do so. It was pleasing this year as I have finally made a profit after three years of putting myself out there.
I have made loads of notes and ideas on how to be more organised next year, which I know I will reiterate come January 30th 2015.
A lot of the rest of the week I’ve been reading and writing for my assignment with the Open University, so though I haven’t written much for my own goals I have still been doing a lot of writing.
Today whilst writing the assignment itself I discovered that writing poetry when I was having a break really helped focus when I came back to writing my assignment, started at 0 words today and finished with 1500 crafted words out of 3000.
Three poems, one was a Haiku one was a Landays and the last was a reflection on heartbreak.
Glass Gods by Kate Griffin
Writing Flash Fiction by Khalid Al Hariri
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
Prompts responded to:
I used a photograph to respond to a Daily Prompt, the theme was Age.
As a break from writing my assignment for the Open University I thought I would join in at Scribophile in the poetry group I’m part of.
The first poem is an entry to the Valentine Day competition
In your eyes.
From your lips.
Knife in my heart.
The second is a Haiku in response to the Frantic Friday Weekly Prompt thread.
Blue haze distant hill
Evening falls stars awake
Bright night smiling moon
I had got the prompt wrong though through not reading good…
The current prompt was to write a Landays, a traditional poem form of Pashtun women of Afghanistan and Pakistan. There was a linked article http://www.poetryfoundation.org/media/landays.html and after reading that article I felt shamed that I was going to use such a strong part of their culture as a writing exercise and initially thought that I wasn’t going to write one but here is mine as a response to that feeling:
Bearded or not, the men take and hold
Steal the hearts, souls and bodies, give hate in return
I was reading an article on poetry yesterday when I came across the word ‘villanelle’ which was used with no explanations or clarifications and as always I wondered what it meant.
I decided to keep all these definitions of words connected to the art world together here so I can refer back to them.
A villanelle (also known as villanesque) is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. The villanelle is an example of a fixed verse form. The word derives from Latin, then Italian, and is related to the initial subject of the form being the pastoral.
The villanelle consists of five stanzas of three lines (tercets) followed by a single stanza of four lines (a quatrain) for a total of nineteen lines. It is structured by two repeating rhymes and two refrains: the first line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the second and fourth stanzas, and the third line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the third and fifth stanzas. The rhyme-and-refrain pattern of the villanelle can be schematized as A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2 where letters (“a” and “b”) indicate the two rhyme sounds, upper case indicates a refrain (“A”), and superscript numerals (1 and 2) indicate Refrain 1 and Refrain 2.
Love the amount of information available on the Internet.
Husband Jonathan would not like to see you so pale,
It rises during the closing ceremony,
at the moment when stagecraft fades
and the simplest of uman acts begins.
The athletes walk in.
the emperor’s palace.
A conversation between the author
and a Good Heavens!
Is marriage so demoralizing as that?
That’s it: They walk into some stadium,
as they did again Sunday evening at Vancouver’s B.C.
Place to end the 2010 Winter Games,
and the clearest picture of what the Olympics means emerges.
Young people who have spent the months
serving as civic heroes, national symbols,
stand-ins for millions,
become young again.
Unlike the opening ceremony tradition
of marching in national delegations in strict order,
under a flag, at the closing men and women
who have sweated against each other for weeks
sometimes years, walk out in an easy jumble,
and soon mix, stand and dance
until all national colors and flags become irrelevant.
they were two large slits cut into the top of his middle
Oh, it is hard to think of it, and I cannot understand
Have just found a source of some fiction prompts which was what I was looking for 🙂 Will start working through these to give me some ideas for short stories and flash fiction.
I will add more fiction prompts as I find them or think of them for anyone to use 🙂
I found this bunch at Eric J. Krause’s Writing Spot
- The moon looks big in the sky. A little too big.
- A minor cut won’t stop bleeding.
- Something is scratching the inside of your closet door.
- Your life is on your phone, but you just dropped it into a pit of deadly vipers.
- Your mouthwash is actually a magic potion.
- You awaken to find yourself locked in a casket.
- You trade lives with your cat for a day.
- The new USB drive you bought came preloaded with a strange secret.
- Everytime you enter your house, you hear the faint sound of children laughing. You have no children, and none live on your street.
- Your rich uncle give you the supernatural secret to his fortune.
- You interact with a ghost that doesn’t know it’s dead.
- Your new running shoes have a special feature which allows you to run further and faster, but it comes with a unique price.
- A strange new social movement was actually started by space aliens (or time travelers).
- One of the books in the library glows.
- A mummy’s curse falls over an entire town.
- Your fingernails fall out, but are replaced by retractable claws.
- An app store lets you download magic spells.
- Those toy laser guns at the amusement park souvenir stand aren’t toys.
- Your imagination runs wild – everything you imagine comes true.
- Your parents reveal a dark family secret.
- Unbeknownst to you, an alien has been visiting you in your sleep for years.
- A favorite piece of jewelry is more than it seems.
- Your favorite childhood storybook comes to life.
- What in the world is that in your stocking?
- Santa has a terrible secret that may ruin Christmas.
- A newborn child can converse in perfect English.
- The Mayans were right…sort of.
- The airline didn’t lose your luggage — they changed it into something different.
- A new app for your phone bends the laws of physics.
- A patch of quicksand leads to another world.
- The fireplace leads to a wonderland, but only when it’s lit.
- An alien society seizes control of your tablet computer.
- A new app lets you copy your soul and download it into different things.
- Your pen contains magic ink.
- A tiny planet declares independence from the intergalactic empire.
- The heat and humidity begin to melt people. Literally.
- Days begin to run backwards.
- Terrorists create an app that instantly kills anyone who downloads it.
- The scent of a certain rose does strange things to people’s minds.
- Space aliens built the pyramids.
- Ancient Atlantis is discovered, and it is a thriving society.
- A Twitter follower follows you in real life.
- The Post Office demands more than just a mere stamp to deliver your letter.
- If a top-secret government computer is shut down, the entire universe is shut down.
- There’s intelligence in that stray dog’s eyes. Too much intelligence.
- Your iPod plays a strange song you didn’t load onto it.
- You turn on the shower and blood pours out of the faucet.
- You awaken into the world of your favorite novel.
- There’s a new app available that lets you control minds.
- A tiny dragon, no bigger than a hummingbird, befriends you.
- The newest gym craze is exploding exercise bikes: stop peddling and BOOM!
- A new bottled water on the market doesn’t exactly contain water.
- The light from a sun in a distant solar system has strange effects on a crew of astronauts.
- A rabbit-eared television set can control time and space.
- A radical environmental group starts assassinating smokers.
- Is that Santa climbing down your chimney…or something else entirely?
- Your favorite stuffed animal comes to life.
- A tiny spacecraft crashes through your bedroom window.
- Gnomes follow you home.
- A buzzard circles above you.
- Space aliens knock on your front door.
- Your dog strikes up a conversation with you.
- An Internet virus affects your computer in a strange way.
- You hear a nearby train whistle. There are no railroad tracks anywhere close.
- The court jester has a sinister gleam in his eyes.
- You’re alone, but there are footsteps in the hall.
- You find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
- The local zoo displays a real unicorn.
- There is a monster inside your mattress.
- A dragon is spotted flying over a distant farm.
- A shooting star just changed directions.
- Your favorite video game is actually a training manual for death.
You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
That is my greatest fear.
Being locked in a room that is bare,
All my usual distractions gone.
All the shells built up over the years.
All thoughts and feelings laid bare.
I would then have to face that internal dialogue,
With nothing to pause, distract or dampen it.
No coping mechanisms, no fancy games to play,
“Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.”
The sky above the port was the color of television
tuned to a dead channel.
Gulls wheeling in time to the wind
Blowing through the ships rigging.
Slowly tipping over the horizon was my love,
and the light of day.
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
first line of Neuromancer by William Gibson