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Red Wolf emerges from the woods

17 Dec

I was imagining a Venn diagram of followers of We Write Poems, Yousei, and Misky. Some people are going to see this four times, but we’re excited about it.

The borrowed prompt for today is tied to the anthology. Wander through and jot down first lines that you like [along with the poet’s name]. You can do one of two things. Take all the first lines you have picked and use them as your poem — tenses and pronouns can be changed for sense. Or, pick your favourite line and use it as your first line. Remember to credit the original authors.

Have a wonderful holiday everyone and happy writing. See you in the New Year.

We Write Poems

red wolf eyes
We’re excited to present you the Red Wolf collection, the first We Write Poems prompted-poem anthology.
 
This first anthology is the culmination of roughly three years of work – people writing poems in response to prompts presented at this site. So prompts and the Internet were the great enablers of the creative process by which these poems were written and shared.
 
The title of the anthology, “Red Wolf”, reflects the art banner of our site. We think it helps define who we are, who we want to be – poets who look to play a little dangerously, realizing the hungry teeth also of our natures, and with willingness in allowing risk. Real writing calls for nothing less. But then again, we’ve nothing against also having fun.
 
And because prompts played such an integral part in triggering the poems we write, we decided to feature the prompts…

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Posted by on 17/12/2013 in miscellanea

 

28 responses to “Red Wolf emerges from the woods

  1. barbara_y

    17/12/2013 at 8:14 am

    Don’t know what Venn would have made of the internet. A diagram in four dimensions?
    Have grand holidays.
    Y’all take care of yourselves

     
    • margo roby

      17/12/2013 at 10:06 am

      We will make every attempt to do so. Have grand holidays, that is. The same to you and yours.
      Take care.

       
  2. Yousei Hime

    17/12/2013 at 8:58 am

    What a great idea for a prompt. Busy day today, but I’ll try to fashion something for you. 🙂

     
    • margo roby

      17/12/2013 at 10:07 am

      It’s a fun one, Yousei. I look forward to even the possibility of a poem :-).

       
  3. julespaige

    17/12/2013 at 11:10 am

    Might try this later but for my now my haibun loving friend here is a mini haubun:

    http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/2013/12/17/a-little-haibun-fluff/

    (I forgot that you may have already seen it…)
    Planning to stick my toes in some warm sand soon. Not sure about how active I’ll be the for the rest of the year. Cheers to all and to all a pleasant ending and a great start to the New Year!!

     
    • margo roby

      17/12/2013 at 12:11 pm

      Warm sand? There’s warm sand somewhere?

      I shall see you in the New Year, if not before.

       
      • julespaige

        17/12/2013 at 9:31 pm

        There will be warm sand…in St. Augustine before this year is out 😉 at least for me!!!

         
  4. Hannah Gosselin

    17/12/2013 at 11:12 am

    Is this the post for/or instead of Tuesday poetry tryouts? If so yay!! Excellent idea! My poem is in there, too! (still doing the happy dance for that one 😉 It’s a great collection and I’m happy to have some time to browse more. 🙂

    Happy day to you, Margo and everyone else, too.

    It’s frigid here today…taking Finley for his dogly duties in eleven degrees was a booger freezing experience! 🙂

     
    • margo roby

      17/12/2013 at 12:10 pm

      Yep! I love the timing for this 😉

      Happy many days to you, Hannah.

      I’m dead whichever way I go with the weather. If I say what a gorgeous day it is, the entirety of New England is not amused. If I say it’s cold, New England and the north/mid-west scoff!

       
      • Hannah Gosselin

        17/12/2013 at 2:04 pm

        It IS perfect timing!

        Thank you for the happiness wishes!!

        Yeah, I imagine it’d be tough being liked if one’s job were to be a weather-person as well…interesting how our perspectives change from season to season. I enjoy the best and worst of all of them, personally. :)!!

         
  5. barbara_y

    17/12/2013 at 12:50 pm

    Hokay. Had to leave a lot of good lines scattered on the quilt, but here’s my patchwork

    http://wp.me/pdTja-4La

     
    • margo roby

      17/12/2013 at 3:36 pm

      You can go back and pick them up. I’m looking forward to this read.

       
  6. Hannah Gosselin

    17/12/2013 at 4:59 pm

    You got a two-fer-Tuesday outta me!!

    http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2013/12/17/treasured/

    http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2013/12/17/the-way-3/

    Thank you for being here, Margo…you make my day more poetic and happy! 🙂

     
  7. Irene

    17/12/2013 at 5:33 pm

    What a great idea to do a poem inspired by first lines from the anthology. Thanks so much for the support, Margo. Btw it snowed in north Vietnam. It was freaking cold the December I was there.

     
    • margo roby

      17/12/2013 at 5:36 pm

      The weather is nuts everywhere!

       
  8. Misky

    18/12/2013 at 5:56 pm

    I took various lines rather than just the first line, as I found myself duplicating other’s centos. http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2013/12/18/red-wolf-like-truth-itself/

     
    • margo roby

      18/12/2013 at 6:30 pm

      That’s what I enjoy doing the most.

      You and Peder have a wonderful Christmas. xom

       
      • Misky

        19/12/2013 at 6:16 am

        And a very happy Christmas to you both, also. xx M

         
  9. Irene

    20/12/2013 at 7:59 pm

    All first lines from all the poems in the exact sequence as they appear in the Red Wolf anthology.
    Happy holidays, Margo. Loving this time of the year.

    red wolf darkly we whisper
    occluded forest, the hood over my head
    was it any good?
    the dead woman felt something move
    she opened her eyes
    beneath your hands her breasts are tarnished earth
    life has never been adequate, but
    it’s difficult sometimes
    what happens when I want to forget
    what feet have walked in these shoes
    we are all lined up
    she was the last to leave the church. She watched
    this sad smile
    he called her all things smooth and buttery
    that slow descent was my undoing
    I reach out for your hands
    put down your fascination –
    dearest, what happens to words that drop between us
    tiers rocked back and forth
    remember, Nick?
    the sky is colorless today
    our October world can take our breath away
    In the Musée Christian Dior today
    words are my breath
    I lean in the doorway for a moment
    the team rushed you off, out of sight
    snow fell hard
    red ribbons caught in the wormholes
    once my heart has been long enough with one person
    across my cheek,
    gently, in slow, warm caress
    she withdrew subtly
    shadows shorn from shouldered shapes
    declining

     
  10. Irene

    20/12/2013 at 8:01 pm

    *Oops done without stanza breaks*

     
  11. Irene

    20/12/2013 at 8:03 pm

    Redone with stanza breaks. Sorry!

    red wolf darkly we whisper
    occluded forest, the hood over my head
    was it any good?

    the dead woman felt something move
    she opened her eyes
    beneath your hands her breasts are tarnished earth

    life has never been adequate, but
    it’s difficult sometimes
    what happens when I want to forget
    what feet have walked in these shoes

    we are all lined up
    she was the last to leave the church. She watched
    this sad smile
    he called her all things smooth and buttery
    that slow descent was my undoing

    I reach out for your hands
    put down your fascination –
    dearest, what happens to words that drop between us
    tiers rocked back and forth

    remember, Nick?
    the sky is colorless today
    our October world can take our breath away

    In the Musée Christian Dior today
    words are my breath
    I lean in the doorway for a moment
    the team rushed you off, out of sight

    snow fell hard
    red ribbons caught in the wormholes
    once my heart has been long enough with one person

    across my cheek,
    gently, in slow, warm caress
    she withdrew subtly
    shadows shorn from shouldered shapes
    declining

     
    • margo roby

      24/12/2013 at 3:27 pm

      Irene, this is brilliant. I can’t believe how well it works and I’m jealous that you got to do it because you thought of it!

       

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