I haven’t blogged in quite a while, because I’ve been writing poetry and posting on Instagram instead. It’s something of a guilty pleasure. Poetry was my first love as a writer, and you know what they say—you never get over your first love.
Though I don’t typically create from prompts, I was intrigued by the idea of writing a poem every day that had to include a specific word or phrase. So I dove into the Falls Poetry Challenge for June, since the prompts were especially juicy. What follows are the poems favored most by the creators of the challenge and my Instagram audience.
The prompt for this one was illicit intentions, and my first thought was of something predatory and harmful. Then I considered how women are taught from an early age to be wary, to defend ourselves, and to avoid attracting the wrong kind of attention. I dream of a world where we can walk anywhere at any time of day or night, dressed however we please, without threat.
Fig and dandelion was the prompt for this one, and being a plant and tree lover, I considered where figs and dandelions grow—usually in places that are a bit harsh or difficult. The fig is also a potent feminine symbol, so there is an even deeper meaning here of being boldly and unapologetically feminine in a patriarchal world.
Breath of the wild was one of my favorite prompts out of the whole 30-day challenge. We long for wildness, and it seems we have to travel farther and farther to find it. I’m told that it takes at least three days in the forest with no electronic devices to reset the human system. I haven’t had that in more years than I care to count, and it is my own doing. Even so, there are brief moments that remind me of how deeply we are connected to the natural world.
Forked tongue had lots of possibilities. I knew I’d be writing about snakes in some way, but what emerged was really about a loss of innocence.
I’m at the point in life where the concepts of twin flame or soulmate do not stir up any romantic notions at all. I have been down that road and back enough times to know that those types of unions are bespeckled with hard lessons and sorrow, though they can also lead to immense personal growth. So, with a prompt like call it fate, I knew that I wasn’t going to paint a soft, watercolor image of love.
And speaking of hard lessons…I chose to work with the same idea when prompted with crashing into us. A lot of poets wrote a picture perfect love story with this one, but I think a real love story happens after you hit rock bottom with someone. It happens after the masks come off. Can you face your shadows and theirs? Can you fall apart and still have compassion for the broken pieces? Can you let go of all that isn’t genuine love?
I hope you’ve enjoyed these, and if you want more poetry, stop by and see me on Instagram @quillofthegoddess.