Category Archives: Greek Myth

cornucopia cold feet

what happens when ?

unicorn wants to turn on the heating but can’t not

because he is hoof-full and finger-less

but because of the cost

and a magical horn won’t cut it

he curses, willing winter dismissed (for good )

he’s a summer horse, awaiting a miss ( of course)

he deserves more than this!

he stamps his frozen feet

shakes his silver sweet forelock

to no avail

flicks the whites of his tail

as shivers quiver his withers

he fails to notice

across the planet

ripples are felt and ice melts

closer closer closer to home

warms the globes of his heart

his cold cold heart.

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p.s

hey, boy

what does a unicorn have for tea!?

mind your own business, lass!

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not a haiku

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NaPoWriMo day 5 :

write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?

when life gave you l…..

napowrimo day 22

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blossomsscents wafting reminiscences

over hung gardens heavy with fruiting

centuries citrus rich & delicate ancient

Babylon Mediterranean Spainean Tuscun suns etc….

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pollenated over to every property i rented as a student

from Greek immigrant landlord families in Adelaide

collecting harvests of glowering fruits

radiating winter and summer heats

mellowed lyrical as limoncellos

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piles of sullen yellow cricketballs and footballed balls

rollplayed propelled across desiccated patch

running catch with backyard cats

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lemons zested and juiced to use

in sherbertysyrupydrizzly cakes

marinadeslemonades myriadremedies

down a youthfilledthroat hopeless in love with tangyperfumes

coming through the years from my fruitybackgarden halcyon lemonydaze days…

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btw april 22 2021

NaPoWriMo

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In a prompt originally posted this past February, Poets & Writers directs us to an essay by Urvi Kumbhaton the use of mangoes in diasporic literature. As she discusses in her essay, mangoes have become a sort of shorthand or symbol that writers use to invoke an entire culture, country, or way of life. This has the beauty of simplicity – but also the problems of simplicity, in that you really can’t sum up a culture in a single image or item, and you risk cliché if you try.

But at the same time, the “staying power” of the mango underscores the strength of metonymy in poetry. Following Poets & Writers’ prompt, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.

Fair of Face

‘I s’pose you’ve heard of that guy that died in ancient times, but I’ll tell you why…

a certain son of a …. Let’s get this straight. There was once this…’

well,

an hombre by the name of Narkissos who

was birthed between kisses and ripples

between swirls of blues and turquoises

stilled on an instant between breaths

of a willing nymph and a river  — God! but what

he was, he is, was always and infinitely is

pretty pretty pretty, actually and definitely perfection its self

caught in a reflection of him self

 

he came out perfectly formed on tongues of water

he came out at himself sideways at first, perplexed

floated on a ruisseau gently filled face to face at last

and be came conscious of him self

a perfect pool crystallised to flesh

 

he, an apple caramelised, his admirers lyricised, hypnotised

affected by his pheromones, his dulcet tones, his astounding beauty — God!

set to sticky sweet, to salt, at addiction  — he, attracts a plethora of lesser

beings bee-wings being — as unrequited whinings best ignored but is there fault?

for who could not resist the calling

for falling falling falling

deep deep deep in love

this vision, vision vision

water falling, cascade of drops, of lost selfs, lost lush to

damnation, admiration, as sickly elixir as ever was

getting thinner thinner thin as water

‘well, that still sparkles long after the disaster

well, the myth, and a name retained, is all that remains

well,  that,  and a flower  —  an echo echo echo of this

well, ain’t that fair,’ pronounced Nemesis

 

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NaPoWriMo day 21:-

prompt based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way. For example, you could imagine that imagine the water is speaking to you, the narcissus flower. Or you could write a poem in which the narcissus berates the Kardashians for stealing their neurosis. Or a poem that comments on the narcissism of our time, i.e. beauty and body obsession, etc.