The prompt is to feature a subject that is identified with a character from myth or legend.
It had been a long day at school,
Lessons dragged and were boring,
Lunch had lumpy gravy
And cold custard on dry chocolate pudding.
So walking home along the shore
She was glad to feel the salt air
And hear the waves.
She was different, she knew it,
And so did the selkies . . .
The prompt is to use one of a list of ten words from Taylor Swift's recent album.
Cardigan.
Knitting is the art of joining holes together
Using wool, and knitting needles.
When I was a child my mother,
My aunt, and my great-aunt,
All knitted cardigans for me;
So that I was kept warm by a collection
Of holes surrounded by coloured wool.
The prompt is to write a sijo.
With soft footsteps you came to me
and joined me for the breaking dawn,
Your presence welcomed this new day
and told of promised joys to come,
You lay beside me, soft and still,
a cat awaiting breakfast time!
The prompt is to write an American sonnet.
It appears that someone has dumped an unwanted item
And instead of taking it to the actual dump
They have dumped it in a public location where it might
Accidentally encourage someone else to take a dump.
It would seem that someone has ceased to require
A toilet seat and instead of disposing of it
Sensibly and in the accustomed fashion
At a place where such things can be deposited
They have dumped it in a public place that
Has required significant effort to transport
Said toilet seat and where the toilet seat
Has no natural affinity with its surroundings.
Instead of dumping it take it to the dump
And thus hopefully avoid someone taking a dump!
The prompt is to use alliteration, consonance and assonance.
As evening falls I gaze across the Flow
And see the sunlit sky reflected far below.
A rare time this, with barely any wind,
A setting sun, and curlew's calls to find
The memories of a soft spring changing day.
Sun-warm, rain-washed, and not yet May.
The prompt is one question from a Proust Questionnaire.
"What is your greatest regret?"
Are regrets great or
Are they really annoying
Trivial hiccups?
The prompt is to start with a line from a poem.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad,
However hard you try to avoid them.
They in turn had parental influences
From an earlier and less tolerant age.
Or was it, was it really less tolerant,
Or was it simply different?
