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Unlike swans, i dance

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Glopowrimo / Napowrimo 2020

 

Day 8:- asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.

Today’s poetry resource is a series of twitter accounts that tweet phrases from different poets’ work. The Sylvia Plath Bot, as you might expect, tweets snippets of Plath.

Plath snippet :- Unlike swans,

 

Unlike swans,

i dance

what a lovely creature, a swan

quiet, sedate, white

what wings, so neat

folded, elegant

until they beat

water rhythmic

in an effort to lift

their bodies, but only just

 

listen, a swan

thrums,

thrum thrum thrum

if only i was one

aloof, untainted, unthirsty

untouched unless by chaste water

unmated, unruffled, undusted unless behind

cabinet glass, perhaps, an unwanted gift

a vision

 

what a fine thing, a mirror

smooth, unopinionated

divested of majestic longing

though learns to listen for the longings

of reflexions of others

unlike me

 

i dance before this

song of a swan

an ugly thing

lifting distance

only just

a drift of pale gray feathers

falling

 

April 8 2020

btw

 

 

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.