Wednesday, April 5, 2017

NaPoWriMo Day #4

The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is:

The “enigma” of the title is widely believed to be a hidden melody that is not actually played, but which is tucked somehow into the composition through counterpoint. Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.


The Long Winter

She said the feeling
was like an itch
in a place untouchable,
a steady burn between
the edges of her skin
and candles weren't
call for concern.

She walked circles
around the window
that was herself,
secrets sliding past glass,
a prototype for pain,
yet couldn't keep herself
from looking inside.

The night pulled her taunt,
a pendulum swinging
between elation and something
close to sorrow, her body
slowly migrating like
drops of water, a loss
of herself, irretreviable.

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