Thank you to everyone who joined in to play our scavenger hunt last week.
Drumroll, please…
And the winners are:
Ranting Crow, with second place and a fantastic e-book copy of The Reverie, Issue One.
And the grand prize winner of a print edition is:
Thank you for participating.
I grew up in the church. Now, we I say I grew up in the church, I don’t mean we were there every Sunday. I mean that my grandfather was a pastor, and we were there every Sunday…and Wednesday night, and Sunday night, and Tuesday’s for youth group, and all summer long for all three church camps offered…for 18 years.
I literally grew up in the church.
One thing I always remembered was “Bring a Friend to Church” day. Did anyone else ever have that? It was a big deal for us. Our pastor would insist on us going out and finding someone new to bring along with us.
Now, 18 years later, I’m not a religious person, but I think there is value to bringing someone new with you to experience things you enjoy. It’s a new year and what could be better than trying something completely new, different, and hopefully, fun?
So your prompt is more of a challenge this week.
I’m going to give you a fun wordle prompt below, and hopefully you will all find it inspiring and write something amazing for us! And then your challenge is to go find a poet you know, and bring them over. Have them tell us you sent them.
The person who refers the most poets to us, who participate in the prompt, will win themselves a guest post right here on this site. You can use it to share a new poem, to promote your own work or website, to talk about an upcoming book or publication you are working on…The possibilities are endless.
You have your challenge, guys and gals. Here’s your prompt:
1. dizzy
2. ruins
3. dedication
4. patchwork
5. smother
6. reverence
7. raspberry
8. time
9. fierce
10. squall
11. pale
12. heavy
13. gap
14. courage
We’re giving you 14 words to use in your poem this week, but you only need to use ten at least. Use all 14 if you can! You can use any form of the word, as well. Good luck and we hope to see lots of new people this week.
Yesterday’s voting results are in, so let’s give a big congratulations to Vlad Teodor Petcu and his poem, Ouija. You can find the original here, on his blog.
Thank you to all the poets who joined in with the prompt this week. There will be a new prompt on Monday, and remember, regardless of how we pick a winner, all entries are considered for the upcoming issue of the magazine.
A voice from the shadows fills the air
It freights the heart and puts rational mind to despair
Her words come blunt, truthfully and weighty
Heed the sapience even when is naughty
Graphics and symbols engraved
On paths shady enlightened
By magic of the fallen paved
With gates and keepers darkened
A band of spirits the deed enact
So the mortals can contact
The undead and the departed
The unknown….and the retarded
God and Satan are debating
If it’s the echo of a forgery
But we find them guns calibrating
When the naked truth reveals its mystery
Science and religion are antiques
When developing new techniques
Thru mists and witchcraft you are reborn
By the gracious god’s quill and his sinning thorn
Fathom everything with grace
While you seek the god
No mask can hide your taint
But for getting his embrace
Enthrall the perky muse on the forsaken rod
To rotten the new aphrodisiac saint
There is the foulest of decisions
When waste becomes from diamonds and gold
The corpse of the quill carries obsessions
Everyone will greedy taste
Panting hard and deep losing their chaste
As you, with last breath, to him thy soul you’ve sold
Your body is a vestige of a primal
Hymn of tears, death, and blood
Into a ravishing juice melting grotesque
Of delirious ambrosia and acidic nectar
When is caressed and bitten feral
Bones are cleaned to the thrill an exotic mood
Offered on the boiled altar
Horny-skinned token of unholy picturesque
It’s been awhile since we’ve done voting on poetry, so I’m excited to see everyone coming out for their favorites. This voting is ONLY for this week. Remember to share and visit one another’s work. The poet with the highest number of votes will have their poem featured here tomorrow morning and will be entered as a submission for the upcoming magazine issue.
Our prompt this week was to use the word “game,” as the word itself or the theme of it. We had some great entries, so good luck and we’ll see you next Monday with a new prompt.
Yesterday, we posted an amazing, super-cool, so-much-fun scavenger hunt and we’re on the edge of our seats to see who wins.
To win, you must be the first commenter with ALL of the correct answers. So even if you think someone else might already have it, post your answers anyway. We’ll check them and notify the winner tomorrow.
The first place winner will receive a free print edition of The Reverie Journal, Issue One.
The second place winner will receive a free e-book edition of The Reverie Journal, Issue One.
Good luck to you all!
On this very land, in future’s time of afar,
When three moons rise and entomb every star,
There is a legend that will be told
With gory voice, as the land embraces the eternal cold:
On the paths of corpses, at one and any crossroad is lit
A candle with darkness around which all undead could orbit,
And they will all be led by the alluring shade of Akasha, the goddess,
In lights torn by twisted laces of pleasures…
They walk to the residence of The Snow Queen, unjust ruler and duchess,
March to the New Toy Shop, the North’s ruins and only standing fortress.
Here, on the first day of Hanukkah in 2016*, the last battle takes place.
The Vampire king, awakened and victorious, will bring to his daughter a face:
The head of Santa Claus; then leave this forsaken space.
Dragons stand on guard here from the last Kwanzaa,
When they collect the humans as matunda ya kwanza**.
The whole family gathers around the crystallized white tree,
Exchanging gruesome presents with binds of flesh;
The noise of madness echoes throughout the festive holiday
As white and blue flames of ice scintillates a glimpse of doomsday.
“Say your unholy prayers in Christmas’s skin!
Let the weeping music play and the feast begin!”,
Thundered the Snow Queen, then she gives the cue:
“Wrap Red Nose Rudolph from the dungeons! Put him on the barbecue!”
*The first day of Hanukkah in 2016 is on the 24th of December
**Matunda ya kwanza (Swahili) = first fruits of the harvest
Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Vlad Teodor Petcu . You can find the original piece on his blog, here.
Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.
Photo Credit: fotoman228 on deviant art/ Design Credit: Laura A. Lord
It’s almost Christmas! I know my household is in an excited tizzy over here, as I’m sure plenty of others are. The children are out of school and the tree is up and I’ve spent entirely too much money.
So reading your holiday poetry has been fun and fantastic and put me right into the spirit. Go read some awesome poetry and vote for your favorite! Only one vote this week, so use it wisely.
Also, with the upcoming holidays, we’re taking some time off to enjoy our families and vacations. You should do the same! We’ll see you again in the New Year! Happy Holidays!
Holiday Madness by Vlad Teodor Petcu
A Mini Ode to Christmas by Franz
I Have No Tree by Billygoat Gruff (in the comments)
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