NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty-One

The prompt today was to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, I could write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, I could write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back.

I chose to write from the perspective of a star at creation…

a star is born

in the beginning lived only chaos, tumbling
over and through the great void of darkness falling
toward divine disorder. a call rang out awakening
the light; a call of hope and grace slowly sliding-
each into her place. sky beings gathered;
dust bunnies, hushed in anticipation, beginning
the great dance of joy. i saw the first spark glowing,
a tiny ember of ordered cosmos swirling
headlong to defeat the chaos.

what could I do but join in the dance of the sky gods?
boldly i twirled toward chaos, anarchy scattering.

i wondered at the great mysterious changing
of the universe.
i wondered at the divine disorder coursing
headlong through night skies.
i wondered at the sky ablaze with sparks changing
embers to starlight.
i wondered at the power of this grace sculpting
cosmos from chaos.

  
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NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fourteen

#NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fourteen

Today’s prompt was the challenge to write a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d. I found the form and requisites for the san san demanding and difficult. I feel like I’m ready for a rest after this one….  the enslavement of stars

a wild mess of stars haphazard
dancing with reckless abandon.
immense and full and rainbow-hued,
the dancing of the stars gathered
together one reckless stand in–
a love, wild and messy and free.
dancing stars created the mood
for wild, reckless reality.