Every year to All Hallows Eve, as pick me up after the draining spell weaves Butter, flour, sugar, lots and lots of cocoa A pinch of chilli to make your cheeks glow A drop of potion to awaken your magic A smidge of myth to feed your mystic
That’s all the ingredients you get to know The rest is hidden in witchcraft shadow If you ever reach beyond the veil You might understand the finer details Of how Granny delicious healing yumminess makes When she her famous soul cakes bakes
Leave any light on the endless shelves Speak the pass phrase Only those with flawless elocution A mind open to betwixt and between Shall pass the warden Go through the Nyx-door Plunge into onyx darkness Within are nights that never die Without the world spins on Here only esthesis will guide you Stay as long as it pleases thee.
I’m a little late sharing this year’s Samhain writing prompts but after the fun of last year I thought it was a chance I couldn’t pass up. (For those interested, you can find last year’s prompts here).
So, without further ado, here are the 13 prompts for 2021, with the first prompt beginning tomorrow, 20th October, and the last prompt, Day 13, falling on November 1st:
If you do decide to join in, I hope you have lots and lots of fun. Write whatever you wish, as long as it is inspired by that day’s prompt. Here’s a little graphic / badge for anyone who wants it:
For last year’s challenge, I wrote a tanka in response to each prompt. For this year…I’m still undecided as to what I will write. We shall have to wait and see what tomorrow brings :-D
Time for another post from the archives. The autumn sky is full of stars, so this one felt appropriate.
On my evening walk today I collected, not things, but words, in this case two word couplets. Then put them together to a poem when I came home. I often find inspiration when walking, and often compose stanzas, or rhyme schemes, on the go. Turning them over and over in my head also lets me live and breath the rhythm of a piece.
I’ve been struggling all day with writing a song. Keeping every line between five to eight syllables long. So this poem came to mind for tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.
Written for Kim’s prompt at dVerse ~ Poetics: Sylvia and Ted. Where we’re asked to write about growing, multiplying, invasive species. As well as try to emulate style of one of the poets.
I decided upon the challenge to keep my line short, with five syllables in each like Sylvia Plath’s Mushroom. It took some editing, but eventually I got there. But boy, do my inner saboteurs have a field day every time I decide to say I actually can do something that connects with writing. Just as they did when I decided to make a new translation of one of Edith Södergran’s poems. Even though I actually have paid bills working as a freelance translator.
As yesterday’s Haibun challenge showed me how much harder I have with counting syllables in English than my native Swedish. This time I put most words trough a syllable counter I found online.
Wikipedia informed me that this weed too have at least one song to it’s honor.