by Jessica Fox-Wilson
We hope you had fun working with Beth and Claudia’s words this week. I can’t wait to see what everyone came up with using their exciting and interesting combinations.
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This is not from the prompt (though I many get to the prompt later.)
I’ve been obsessing about this piece for days, struggling with form. It seems to insist on this, rather odd, first-for-me structure: The House-Bound Ventures Out
Mine’s done. Woohoo!
Aphrodite Responds to Inquiries Regarding Her Relationship with Ares, God of Bloodlust
yummy words!!
I used some of them…with a little “stolen art” inspiration for “bellydance”
http://therer2doors-thespacebetweenwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/bellydance.html
What a challenge! What fun!
My poem is titled Jezebel.
Thank you for the words which inspired
this
Oops sorry
this is the correct post
I hoped to use all the words, but only managed six, which leaves plenty for another poem
Winter Landscape
Really interesting words
http://poemsotherwise.blogspot.com/2009/06/barking-needs.html
Here’s mine! I had some fun with the words…
dancing garnishing on a surprised salmon
http://thinkingcities.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-garnishing-on-surprised-salmon.html
Here’s my offering… I’m not sure how many of the original words made it all the way through to this draft, but I see at least a few of them there.
Pallavi At Table
Here’s mine:
Waking for the Descent
http://ravenswingpoetry.com/2009/06/16/on-an-average-afternoon-on-north-high-street-in-columbus-ohio/
Oh! Forgot to leave my comment with the link above! This was a challenge, and a very fun one…anything that adds to my vocabulary is a *good* thing.
Here is mine: That Stick, That Wind
Volume and Final Pages
Still can’t get the site to take my comments from Opera. Weird…
anyway here’s my poem from today’s words: Volume and Final Pages
didn’t get them all in there, but a damn good amount!
http://beatnikprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/votive-plush.html#comments
hope you enjoy!
I went for the selective approach:
Devour
Tiel, I had to fish it out of spam again. Eventually, the filter should “learn.”
‘’so”.. here’s mine
called ‘’so..”
http://etopiakilla.blogspot.com/
i just wrote another one.
i will call it as ”cloaked thoughts” when i lost the track of place amidst some funny senseless conversations, them and us.
http://etopiakilla.blogspot.com/
here is mine with many of the words
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2009/06/x-y-z-all-three-axes.html
Posted on behalf of Gautami…
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Sorry it’s late this week. I didn’t use all the words.
Enjoy!
http://strattonm.wordpress.com/2009/06/19/get-your-poem-on-79-wordlicious/
Oh, this one was a challenge! It’s a day late, but here it is:
http://freckledwriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/grieving.html
Better late than never!
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2009/06/x-y-z-all-three-axes.html
Pagan
What Pagan King streamed onion’s tears
As arriving with sapient sword in hand
Demanded of a monkish cloister
Their holy herbal bibliography
His furtive eyes to devour
For some convoluted recipe
Of rare spices and bark
To reverse the mist of death’s shroud
Which did drape over youthful blushes
That only hours before
Had in a fairy circle played
But mistakenly swallowed
The trumpet born of velum
Who’s poison inside now pummelled and tore
Making the young innocent’s belly dance
Feverishly in haste that pagan worked possessed
As the Ferryman cast a tether
Upon the realm’s earthly bank
Followed imminently with a demand
For his rightful tonnage
Lest the King have an antidote
For his moribund heiress;
And as light sputtered, the bees toil spent
A father gave thanks and of past wrongs he repent.
The huge folds of convoluted flesh
smooth as vellum
draped in sheer
writhed in rhythm
as she belly danced to the exotic strains
of the middle east
His eyes devoured her
His hand shook as he threw
gold coins at her feet
She edged closer
fixing her kohled intense gaze
on him
Suddenly the prospect of
wrestling
so awesome a tonnage
struck a chord of fear in him
and fortunately for him an inner sapient voice
instructed him
to leave now
to go home
to finish the bibliography
to forget this night.