When I start looking thoughtfully at written poems and wondering how they might work if I revise them, I’m in trouble. I backtracked to a prompt Miz Q gave us earlier in the month. That day, naturally, I found three prompts I could write to.
The prompt is one of Miz Q’s ‘quickly, now’ adjuncts and asks us to find two words that can be used as either noun or verb; two words that can be noun or adjective. Write a long line using two of the words. Write a companion line with that pair in their other role. I got carried away. I found several pairs I wanted to play with. The poem doesn’t go anywhere, but I had a blast verbing and nouning, possibly adjectiving and adverbing.
Asleep she wore her sin like a wake trailing,
fear pulling her down, doubting
so that even her heart-ache became a doubt,
ached in ways that broke all rules.
Awake, she balanced need against aim,
a balance requiring she rule in favour
of sinning — love is such an ephemeral story,
his story, her story, no story.
She bared her soul, floated in the heated
cauldron of emotion, the heat of sin.
What’s the connection to today’s prompt, you ask? Bah! I’m so over that.