Today’s prompt directed participants to pick a number, then write a poem with the words on that row. I cheated, and instead of picking a number first, I perused the list and chose the one(s) I wanted to do. I had to, in order to work around the prompt so I could make it related to Idunn somehow. But I did three! of the ten options to make up for it. A triolet for Idunn, a triolet for Bragi, and a triolet for Loki (the last of which got away from me a bit but reads very Loki-esque).

Poem prompt: “Today’s daily resource is the online tour section of the Louvre. Not in Paris? No problem! You can still stroll – albeit virtually – through the hallowed corridors of France’s most famous museum, checking out exhibitions on dance, puppetry, royal portraits, and more!

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) veers slightly away from our ekphrastic theme. To get started, pick a number between 1 and 10. Got your number? Okay! Now scroll down until you come to a chart. Find the row with your number. Then, write a poem describing the taste of the item in Column A, using the words that appear in that row in Column B and C. For bonus points, give your poem the title of the word that appears in Column A for your row, but don’t use that word in the poem itself.

Happy writing!”

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Apple Tea 

In the orchards of Brunnaker green,  
a cuckoo girl who frolics among the trees  
might gift an apple for the name of queen 
in the orchards of Brunnaker green 
to unfit elders seeking cosmic caffeine. 
Will she bestow upon you a lovely unbirthday tease 
in the orchards of Brunnaker green,  
the cuckoo girl who frolics among the trees?  

Cilantro Toothpick 

By a trickling stream in high Asgard,  
a gentle beard smoking a willow flute  
might lose himself in Her courtyard  
by a trickling stream in high Asgard  
with melodies that drip from the hand of the bard.  
Could a bitter blade disrupt his body's root  
by a trickling stream in high Asgard,  
that gentle beard smoking a willow flute? 

Banana Fool 

At midnight in a glacial Hellish hut,  
cross Loki, wincing at serpent fang, 
could pardon the unpardonable slut  
at midnight in a glacial Hellish hut  
with an inaudible rasp at the former nut.  
So why does Her smile yellow his wang  
at midnight in a glacial Hellish hut,  
cross Loki, wincing at serpent fang?