Some of you may noticed the prompt was…well,…not here yesterday.
I am so very blessed to be living in the affected area of what everyone seems to be calling “snowacopolyse.” I’d laugh at the absurdity of it, but I’m on day three of having my children home from school and it’s just not funny anymore.
We had a power outage yesterday that left us spending quality time together in the glow of so many candles it looked like we were mourning the dead or performing a demonic incantation.
So in light of our darkness, I want you to write about the darkness.
Make it your theme, use the word, talk about light in the darkness…Whatever inspires you, let the darkness guide it!
Remember to link up by posting in the comments below or linking back to this post. All poems submitted for the prompt will be considered for this year’s magazine. Happy writing!
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.
Part of what we do here at The Reverie Journal is to tell you about opportunities to share your work. Of course, we certainly hope you’ll still consider submitting with us for our Write for Us. Submissions for the magazine and anthology are currently closed.
Today we introduce you to Ellipsis Magazine. ellipsis is a literature and art journal published each April by the students of Westminster College in Salt Lake City (since 1965). They read submissions from Aug. 1st until Nov. 1st. Submission guidelines are here.
Contact: Email: email@example.com CurrentEditor in Chief: Dannielle Moriondo Current Poetry Editors: Alaa Al Barkawi & Leesa McDill
Publishing Opportunities are compiled from information gathered in the 2015 Poet’s Market.
Milestones come in all shapes in sizes. We here at The Reverie just celebrated our first birthday! That was certainly an exciting and happy milestone to celebrate.
But sometimes our anniversary dates aren’t so happy. Sometimes we remember dates that are connected to painful moments in our lives. It’s an anniversary of emotion and that’s what we want to see from you this week.
Think about a date that you go back to, one that’s connected to some pretty strong emotions (they can be good, or bad, of a heady mix of the two). Take us back to that date, give us a flashback, make us feel it.
Don’t forget to pingback to this post so we can check out your writing. Or you can post the poem in the comment section as well.
If you have any suggestions for a future prompt, email us at firstname.lastname@example.org with subject : Monday Prompts. If we use it, we’ll thank you in the post, so make sure to send your blog address, Twitter, or something that we can refer people to as a thank you.