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Today’s featured participant is 7eyedwonder, where, from Day 3’s rhymes-and-near-rhymes prompt, a mighty ode to bread has risen (like dough…it’s risen…get it?).
Our poetry resource today is a series of very silly twitter accounts. One thing that poetry is often said to do is make us see the familiar in a new way, and expose us to the magic of everyday life. These twitter accounts do something similar @MagicRealismBot @dreamdeliveryer @GardensBritish @A_single_bear?
Our prompt for the day takes its cue from our gently odd resources, and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time. I definitely have some nightmares I haven’t been able to forget, but I’ve also witnessed very lovely things in dreams (like snow falling on a flood-lit field bordered by fir trees, as seen through a plate glass window in a very warm and inviting kitchen). Need an example of a poem rooted in dream-based imagery? Try this one by Michael Collier.
Happy writing!
Nora’s poem on the participant’s site is wonderful – brilliant – inspiring and of this time.
A Pint A Pound, The Whole World ‘Round – I look forward to reading more on her blog.
I think of all the people who are going to follow a few more twitter accounts today – love the magical story that I landed on at the Magic Realism Bot twitter. A murderer falls in love with a silver maple tree.
The Dream Delivery Service gives me – You crack a battery open & a yellow bird flies out.
British Gardens You are in a British garden. Your teeth are melting. There are bumblebees in the haze. The flood is a festival.
A Bear gave me Sometimes it is difficult to decide what to do because there are so many things to do (swim, nap, climb, sleep, run, rest, etc.), and I often end up doing the same thing anyway: thinking about what I want to do… …while napping. I am a bear.
I carried on going through the twitter accounts.
This poem took a few days to bake, I haven’t been sleeping – let alone dreaming! But I have one reoccurring waking thought – so I cheated and used that! Following an experimental start I then played with treating my scribbles (still in the notebook) in different ways – extracting some vocabulary and paring it down. The result is an incredibly dark, foreboding poem.
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