Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem that centers around a woman.
The woman can be anyone you choose, ficitional or real. Is it a family member? A role model? Your favourite character? Or one of your own characters?
Writings
Immortal Currently
Her skin was soft and smooth
With a constellation of stars
That dipped between her shoulder blades
And splayed fortunes down her spine.
Like burning paper
She curled beneath fingertips
that singed her turquoise skies.
They yearned to steal the stars
that adorned her skin
for stars were currency to the Gods....
Guests of honor
She walks in the room past fears as if they were old but familiar friends. Past guilt, regrets, and even failures. With so much determination she makes it to the other side of the room without breaking a sweat. She takes her seat at the head of the table, and invited them all to sit…because even pain should be acknowledged....
Run (fiction)
I wanted to run,
Alone and free,
There’s one and only one
Person here, and that’s me.
True, I’m on the woman’s team,
I’m a star athlete,
But I have a dream,
That’ll come true once my job’s complete.
I’ll start running races,
No more uniforms or balls,
No more nervous faces,
Just running in the halls.
...
Blitz poem
Long hair
Long fingers
Fingers with nails
Fingers that are lithe
Lithe and graceful
Lithe like a dancer
Dancers that spin
Dancers that twirl
Twirl in circles
Twirl around
Around and around
Around the town
Towns stopped
Towns frozen
Frozen because of her
Frozen solid
Solid and stable
Solid and beautiful
Beautiful like the sky
Beautiful and pretty
Pretty blue eyes
Pretty red hair
Hair that is sil...
To The Grave
Eyes a cold stoned blue
You raised me from little to now who I am
My gratefulness for you is very true
When you’d try to wake me up, I didn’t give a damn.
Pushed me to my limits everyday
When I was young, I screamed and shouted
I wanted nothing more than for you to never stay
Every time I hear about my past doings, it’s something Ive doubted
Since birth, my mother you’ll be
Even in the grave, yo...
SPAT
The beginning was a little argument.
Dishes,
dog walks,
drawers left open.
He said....she said....
the banter becoming personal and wordy,
the argument growing and spiraling and bigger
than either intended
Bare teethed and ugly,
ancient hurts
old grudges.
She remembered him yelling
He saw her tears and drama.
Both shut down,
closed up,
went upstairs and
feigned sleep.
2 a.m. she woke clutch...
Christine Banks
Christine Banks, Christine Banks,
Christine Banks and her flabby shanks,
On every weekday morning,
With stomach grumbling and moaning,
Christine donned her slimming sexy spanks.
She came down to breakfast with glee,
Slavering at the thought of what delights
there’d be,
But before she ate, she thought of her weight,
And decided on two croissants, not three.
But it was on one hungry morning,
As sh...