Postcard from Blood Mountain (#28 NaPoWriMo prompt: prose poem)

Blood Mountain

It’s not what you think. Carrying everything between your shoulders up a violent mountain. Beginning the ascent thinking will I be able to? and taking another step. One woodpecker drills a rhythm. The creek straining out of ice bonds, pehlunking and bloop bloop blooping before running away as I switch back. My fingers peeled free, now cradling bamboo-topped sticks, warm where just hours ago were only frozen stubs. The sun arcs up over blood. Filtering light. Slumbering trees. My breath deep and quick and strong. Almost at the top and the rhododendrons intertwine glossy, cold-curved leaves until I’m cocooned in gold-green. My steps stir  faint must of awakening earth. Emerging into voices, a dog barking, and an improbably solid stone shelter. I scramble up giant boulders, witness the smoky vista, see the world. Blood Mountain: most likely named for a battle between Native American tribes. Or the reddish lichen. Not for killing thru hikers.

NaPoWriMo
And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Following the suggestion of our craft resource, we challenge you today to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards? I’m particularly fond of this one.

Beauty and Joy: A Harvest (#27 NaPoWriMo Prompt)

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Four wands working  magic.
Country life for us.
Outside our home,
Forests for flying.

Followed by repose, concord, harmony.
We are rich, if not in money,
Then in time, love, and
Peace.

Embellished by moment
After moment, a string of nows,
Until the present glows.
Beauty and joy, our domestic harvest.

 

I’ve never had a reading or even looked at a Tarot card before, but I gave the prompt a try:
Tarot Card (Wands Four): From the four great staves planted in the foreground there is a great garland suspended; two female figures uplift nosegays; at their side is a bridge over a moat, leading to an old manorial house. Divinatory Meanings: They are for once almost on the surface–country life, haven of refuge, a species of domestic harvest-home, repose, concord, harmony, prosperity, peace, and the perfected work of these. Reversed: The meaning remains unaltered; it is prosperity, increase, felicity, beauty, embellishment.

NaPoWriMo

And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Following Lauren Hunter’s practice of relying on tarot cards to generate ideas for poems, we challenge you to pick a card (any card) from this online guide to the tarot, and then to write a poem inspired either by the card or by the images or ideas that are associated with it.

Primal Senses (#26 NaPoWriMo Prompt)

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Metallic on the tongue, first.
Instinct made moment.
Then movement.
Primal senses snap into focus.
Out there,
He steps over a fold in time,
Brush a lost crackle under
Deafening dog din.
He is
Wild and nature and the
World.
I capture him.
Cool plastic in my hands, me
Breathing in earth and growth and
New beginnings
From my back porch perch.
Snap as he snorts.
He is mine now, forever,
As he trots into the trees.

NaPoWriMo
And now for our prompt (optional as always). Taking our cue from today’s craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.

Objects are Nearer (#25 NaPoWriMo Prompt)

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Objects in the rear view mirror
Are closer than they appear.
With your “narrative distance”
Your “Persona”

Be warned. You know not what you seek.

The past is candy coated
By the film of rain and road grime
Fuzzy approximations and far.
Now you stepping out to view it first hand.

Be careful what you wish for. It’s waiting there.

NaPoWriMo
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! (Mine definitely includes the statement: “Do Not Feed More Than Four Cookies Per Hour.”