Hello dear readers,
We are starting a weekly poetry prompt, and would love your participation in sharing your creativity with us. Prompts are a fun way to see how we interpret guide words, phrases, or pictures, in similar and differing ways.
The rules are simple:
Use any or all of the guide words posted in an original poem. You do not have to use the actual words, feel free to express what you feel from them.
Post the poem in the comments section of each prompt. If you post the poem to your WordPress site, please credit The Literati Mafia for the prompt.
New prompts will be posted each Sunday evening at 9:00.
Prompt 1 guide words:
oil, flicker, darkness
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I thought words were just crying out for a bit of the macabre. Hope you enjoy.
She Came From Nowhere
They trod carefully across the uneven ground
Oil lamp’s held firmly in hand
Dimly lighting their way through the old cemetery
The frosty air was cold and bland
They weren’t afraid of the evening’s darkness
Just afraid of getting caught
Neither were they ready for the fate that lie ahead
From the bloody onslaught
She came from nowhere with fangs of white
They just stood and shiver
And as each one fell from her vicious bite
The lamps continued to flicker
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Oh, I like this! Macabre, indeed. It gave me a bit of a chill. Excellent!
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My work here is done 😁 Thank you.
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Most welcome. Thank you for sharing!
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Great thing to do – you lot. I call this piece of verse below “An autobiography”:
With a few yards to go
the oil lamp flickered and died.
It’s fluckered said I
I’m stuck in the darkness
I’m buckered if I know what to do.
Strucking the last match
the oil lamp flickered to life.
It’s unfluckered said I
I’m unstuck in the darkness
unbuckered. I know what to do.
Next for a flicker of a flitter
the flucking flicker flitted and died.
It’s fluckered again
I’m buckered in darkness
and have been for most of my life.
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I like the alliteration, and the play on words. Thank you so much for contributing!
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Scorched Earth
Eyes flutter.
A memory hewn as the images stutter
The struggle for focus strobing the shutter.
Shade teases
Reveals and conceals as its own moon pleases
Suggests and retracts without quarter or reason
Smoke smears
Piques and distorts the frame as it appears
Calls its own undoing as it calls forth the tears.
Truth rages
Branding its tale onto history’s pages
Until the scorched earth can be soothed by the ages.
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I like that “scorched earth”. This interpretation of the prompt is very creative, and an excellent poem. Thank you!
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Oh! I love this!
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Broken Woman
There’s an oozing slick that’s worked its way down and across my ravaged flesh, a black oil sliding over me and permeating my skin
When I lay back it flows up and into my mouth, down my throat, making its way to cover over the blackness shrouding my heart
Once upon a time I listened to sweet lyrics dripping with gorgeous lies, he said he loved me, that I was beautiful, that it was me he wanted
A flicker of hope welled within my breast even as the doubts swirled in my mind, the dark oil of betrayal penetrated and took over
My consuming thoughts rage within me ripping tearing breaking crushing stabbing choking mutilating pulverizing burning me alive
I was in love once
Now I’m only a broken woman
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This is heartwrenching, Tara. Beautifully written.
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Thanks. It’ll post later on…
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