NaPoWriMo Day 30

For the last day of NaPoWriMo, I wanted to return to my initial intention for the month: a poem for/about the goddess Idunn. The included lines of Old Norse are from the poem Hrafnagaldr Óðins (stanza 6) and transcribed from the song Iduna by Faun—which is also the melody of the "song" attested in my poem.…

NaPoWriMo Day 28

As an introvert, I haven't been to many "ceremonies" (or events or parties) in my life, and I wasn't about to write on the topic of weddings and graduations. I don't remember any of the music at my father's funeral. I suppose that in and of itself could be a topic worth exploring--at some point.…

NaPoWriMo Day 23

An antisocial anti-establishment poem in the guise of an angry bird. Just because. CW: contains swearing. Poem prompt: "Our resource for the day is the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The museum’s online image collection is practically endless, and to call it varied would be an understatement. There’s over 2,000 images just of baseball cards! To say nothing of candelabra…

NaPoWriMo Day 20

Well, this was fun! I haven't rhymed this much in a very long time. Let's just say, I'm very grateful to my Rhyming Dictionary and Thesaurus of the Senses for bolstering my recall of words. I used an older idea I hadn't worked on yet, involving a metaphor for two people in my life. Poem…

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Yes, yes, this is a day late, but I didn't care to combine days a third time so there will be two posts today. I didn't get around to writing yesterday and I'm honestly impressed by the people who have, or at least find, the time to write, and write well, every single day. I've…

Prey of Shore and Sky

My mother was a bird long of neck, wading in slate waters and afraid to fly a gray choking sky peppered with cracking snaps shot off by a Browning Gold 10. Those wingless aliens had no home in the wood, appeared in deafening shells no hermit crab could conceive, and wielded such branches that splintered,…