I’m behind already! Gah. I’ve been spending too much time on trains reading Lord of the Rings and not thinking about poetry.
So, prompts. Prompts prompts prompts. The things from which you write. I’m following Jo Bell’s prompts, @Jo_Bell on twitter:
Or there’s NaPoWriMo website, blog gathering machine that it is. Today’s prompt: Your challenge for today is to write a poem with a title drawn from one of Iain M Bank’s spaceship names.
There’s also this strange thing Sarah Miller and Jo Bell have used, an online machine that transforms the nouns of any writing you put into it. Odddd. Obviously I ran all my poetry through it immediately, and submitted them again to every poetry magazine I read. Well, no, I didn’t. I will though.
I’m now researching NaPoWriMo prompts rather than choosing one to write from…
I’ve combined small physical things that are delightful with an Iain Bank’s chapter title from The Wasp Factory, his first novel.
The Bomb Circle
The queen is doozed and floppy
her skin-cells, honeycombs
radiant, the sun bombs
each flower, bees bombard
braggart and bolshy
I squeeze out honey
it strings, sticky lines, drool
into the bowl, I heat a spoon.
how many bodies went
from flower to flower.