NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 11


Today’s prompt was a challenge to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever I wanted.

So I sat down to write and this story happened. Weird and a bit quirky, but I tend to trust the process of writing and flow with it.

Happy Monday!

The Squamous Juke

The size is what she remembered the most.
It was silver and purple and looming—
With dragonflies dip-dashing overhead
And red tiger lilies blooming below.

Imagining it all belonged to her,
she reached out a tentative fingertip
And immediately regretted it.
The tingling moved quickly from her fingers

to her arm, and slid slowly to her heart
here the tiniest sliver embedded.
They found her like that, clutching at her heart
and resting serenely under the stem

of the giant squamous juke tree. The peace
on her face showed a kind of contentment
she never knew while awake, and for that
she couldn’t fault the tree. When she woke up,

she was different somehow—a changed woman
who loved mammoth trees, dragonflies, and sun.
A woman who would forever carry
A tiny sliver of tree in her heart.


The Daughter

Photo by Colin Watts on Unsplash

The prompt for today was to write a fourteener. Fourteeners can have any number of lines, but each line should have fourteen syllables. Traditionally, each line consists of seven iambic feet (i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, times seven). The fourteener was popular in 16th and 17th century England, where it was particular common in ballads.

My brain was tired and fourteens didn’t come easily today. Actually, not much came easily today; so instead, I wrote my fourteener in two lines of 8 and 6, and then I strung them together and shaped them into quatrains. Since the lines also equal fourteen, I’m going to call this a win.

It’s not exactly the prompt, but I still had fun writing it. The visuals were taken from my memories of traveling to places that looked just like this one in the picture.

The Daughter

The full moon watched from western sky as stars began to fade, 
and ghosts rose from the water smooth and danced within the glade. 
The wispy trails of dancing tails hung low beneath the trees 
and disappeared into the sun who smiled with rapturous ease. 

The glass that looked like honey comb glowed rosy in the light, 
the dawn breathed a collective breath preparing to ignite. 
For past and present intertwined to weave their tapestry—
a strand of golden thread shone through glinting with majesty.

And hope was whispered on the breeze so boisterous the mirth, 
the favored queen now labored hard anticipating birth. 
Just as morning broke into day the princess graced the land. 
born to rule with joy and wisdom— compassion now at hand. 

And so the kingdom all rejoiced with grateful dignity;
peace settled deep within their bones: Welcome sweet Charity. 

-A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

May your day be filled with anticipation, joy, and sweet charity.

Neologisms For The Win

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

The challenge for this day was to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. What’s that, you ask? Well, it’s a made-up word, more specifically, a new word of phrase that has not yet used regularly by most speakers and writers.

Probably the two most famous example of a poem incorporating neologisms are Shakespeare’s bedazzled from “The Taming of the Shrew” and Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky”.

Perhaps you can recognize a couple in my fun and imaginary poem.

Pillars of Pillay

The strange Pillars of Poff Pillay 
	And wazely withered Wig-wattles,
They dench the Dippets’ down dalleeze
	And frogill away the Fattles.

But when the Poff Pillars do pose  
	For blicks that backed the boster bills,
They nip the Tuckers tails to tips 
	And pillage posts that point the prills.

Those Poff Pillars pump up their pugs
	And then go frighten Forgs away;
And once on warl they wintzed the earl 
	And set his gottle all affray.

The earl he fumed and fitched  a fant
	Until his dewdacks doft derumped.
With one great strack he razed Pillay
	And all who saw yee-owled, "Kerstumped!"

--A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

What is your favorite neologism?