The prompt for day twenty over at NaPoWriMo was to write a kenning poem. Kennings were riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas, basically, ways of calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description.
She is the glow of Grímnir's lip-streams; a sky-candle warming a wound-sea.
I live in the serpent's lair of her voice which crashes upon my heart like Ægir's daughters.
Not even the sleep of the sword will keep me from her.
The prompt for day nineteen over at NaPoWriMo was to write a didactic poem which explicitly seeks to instruct the reader in some kind of skill or knowledge, whether moral, philosophical, or practical. This is what I came up with.
Learn to take a lightning bolt thru the chest; live with skin constantly birthing goosebumps; be prepared for time to dissolve; embrace the transition of me to we; compromise and compromise; revel in the unknown, fall, come up for air, fly.
The prompt for day eighteen over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that incorporates the sound of home. Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.
Asswhuppin’s were the soundtrack of my childhood;
I was curious and hard-headed which lead to an orchestra of corrective concertos beginning with either COME HERE or JUNIOR!!!;
a belt or switch conducting a symphony of discipline heard throughout my apartment building.
I loathed this music but wouldn’t trade in the lessons learned from it on my worse day.
The prompt for day seventeen over at NaPoWriMo was to find either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary and write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from this specialized source. I chose the Oxford Spanish Dictionary...
La noche calls as la luna and las estrellas dance across the sky. My temperatura rises causing sudoroso palms to become el fuego; I try to remain calma but amor is drowning me in un río of twilight;
The prompt for day sixteen over at NaPoWriMo was to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then the challenge was to write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers.
Weather: magnificent Flora: cherry blossoms Architecture: historic Customs: hand dancing and go-go music Mammals/reptiles/fish: snakehead fish Childhood dream: to be an architect Found on the Street: money Export: mumbo sauce Graffiti: Cool Disco Dan Lover: Cherry Wine Conspiracy: many Dress: sandals with socks Hometown memory: going to Hains Point Notable person: Marion Barry Outside your window, you find: bars Today’s news headline: Police: Man Who Allegedly Shot, Killed Firefighter Released From Custody Scrap from a letter: the blood will never come off… Animal from a myth: sphinx Story read to children at night: psalm 23 You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: trouble You walk to the border and hear: go back to DC What you fear: stray bullets Picture on your city’s postcard: U.S. Capitol
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Washington, DC is a historic and magnificent place; cherry blossoms seduce tourist while hand dancing and go-go music course through the veins of this city. I often walk down memory lane in sandals with socks drunk off Cherry Wine remembering the taste of mumbo sauce while reciting psalm 23; stray bullets ensuring
The prompt for day fifteen over at NaPoWriMo was to mark the halfway point of the 30-day challenge by writing a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. You could incorporate doubling into the form, for example, by writing a poem in couplets. Or you could make doubles the theme of the poem, by writing, for example, about mirrors or twins, or simply things that come in pairs.
a woman’s bosom taught me all about comfort; lessons continue.