“Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind
this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’
Eve.”~ Ray Bradbury
I love Halloween: the colors, the food, the
traditions, the mood… Many people think of Halloween as the season for scary
things; for me, it’s always been a time for closeness—a coming together to
remember those we’ve lost to death, to celebrate the good and battle the bad, to ready ourselves for worse.
Some of my favorite stories happen on or around Halloween Day (Something Wicked this Way Comes, Practical Magic...). So, of course, my dear poets and storytellers,
for our optional prompt on October 31st, it only makes sense
to invite you to write poetry or prose set on Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve, Dia
de Muertos… or whatever this day is called in your bit of our world.
As always,
please add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant.
369 words maximum. You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to
the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers. Read their
words… and share your thoughts.
next week,
we’ll invite you to find inspiration in what you like about the dark.
Hello, dear Word Weavers. Can you believe we’ve already reached late October? The 10th month of the year! Where did the days and weeks all go?
Various quotations and common sayings reveal the significance we attach to the number 10: Ten green bottles hanging on the wall … (nursery rhyme / counting rhyme)
To me — old age is always ten years older than I am. Bernard Baruch.
A perfect ten; not touch with a ten-foot pole; ten a penny; ten to one; hang ten; ten-four ... And some adages:
When angry count to ten before you speak.
Success is falling nine times and getting up ten.
If you think in terms of a year, plant a seed; if in terms of ten years, plant trees.
We think of 10 as a number of completion, marking the end of a phase or sequence. But really it’s 9 which is the number of ending. 10 is a new beginning, the start of the next sequence or phase. For your optional prompt this week, I invite you to write something about, or including, the number 10. And/or write a 10-line poem. (Read on.)
Extra: If you’d like to play with form, there are a number of 10-line poems you could choose, ranging from the simple decastitch, which just means a 10-line poem (no other specifications), through the pirouette poem and the etheree to the complex Sacred Signia. (Just a few of the possibilities. By all means find others if you wish. The Sacred Signia link will lead you to some more of them.) Or you could try the tetractys, based on a 10-syllable rather than 10-line count. My own favourite 10-liner, which I return to often, is the dizain.
Guidelines: One post per person, 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes), poetry or prose, old or new, on prompt or not. We welcome comments or questions (below) and encourage you to read and respond to each others’ posts.
Next week: We will invite you to write poetry or prose set on Halloween.
Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! Metaphors are marvelous things. Sure, you could say something like, "It was unexpected". But when you say something like "It was a gut-punch" it hits a little different (pun fully intended).
The phrase "like a wrecking ball" has a slightly different spin
(OK, OK, I'll stop with the puns)
So for this week's optional prompt, I'd like you to play around with the phrase "gut-punch" in any way you'd like to interpret it. You can create poetry or prose, fiction or non-fiction. Just be sure to keep your piece to 369 words or fewer and one entry per person, please.
Next week, our optional prompt will invite you to write something about, or including, the number 10. And/or write a 10-line poem.
October
is my favorite month. All right, October and April are my favorite months. But
since April had her turn half a year ago, now is October time. I love
celebrating everything October: the food, the clothes, the myths, the
traditions, the stories! One of my favorite October tales is “October in the
Chair”, a short story in Neil
Gaiman’s Fragile Things, where the months of the year meet up around a campfire to tell stories.
Their exchanges show their personalities so well—April is wild and a bit cruel,
June is kind of nuts, August is a snob.
One
day, I would love to read poems and stories from the perspective of all the
months. Wouldn’t that be fun? Nevertheless, since I’ve already shown my blatant
favoritism, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry or
prose from the point of view of October. Let October write and tell.
Add
the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant,
please. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry
or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other contributors.
Comment on what their October has to say.
next week,
we invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by the phrase “gut punch”,
figuratively or literally.
Lately I've been re-acquainting myself with some word weavers from last century.
I’m reading The Mitfords: Letters between six sisters – famous, intriguing sisters in their day, partly because of books some of them wrote (novels by Nancy; memoirs by Jessica and Diana) describing their unusual childhood and their personal involvement with historical figures and major events. If you don’t know of them, do look them up – and if you want to read their own stories, I recommend you start with The Pursuit of Love by Nancy Mitford, one of my favourite books. (After reading these selected letters – which I am only half way through – I now want to re-read The Pursuit of Love and its sequels, and then to go on to the memoirs, which I have never read.)
It got me thinking about the nature of sibling relationships.
I never had a birth sister; I had a brother four years younger than me. (The Mitford girls had one brother, whom they adored, and who seems to have been a very good brother to all his sisters, who was killed in The Second World War.) With our age gap, when we were growing up my brother and I were closest when he was in his early teens and I in my late teens, finding shared passions for both science fiction and jazz. As adults we have always got on well and can tell each other anything; but we have lived in different countries most of our lives, as he moved from Australia to New Zealand for his work when he was still in his twenties.
A cousin 18 months younger than me was very like a sister when we were little. Our mothers, birth sisters themselves, spent a lot of time together during the years of the Second World War when their husbands were away, which threw my cousin and me together a lot too, so we developed a kind of sibling relationship, lasting the rest of our lives, with all the loyalty and rivalry that can involve. (I've sometimes referred to her as my cousin-sister.)
When I was 15, fate gave me a step-sister 18 months older than me, with whom I bonded closely. We always introduced each other as sisters, not steps, and just smiled innocently if anyone remarked that we didn’t look much alike. She moved from country town to big city a year ahead of me, so took me under her wing when I arrived. Later, my sons and her daughter spent a lot of their childhood time together, as cousins.
And I have acquired a number of sisters-by-choice over the course of my life, and a couple of brothers: those friends who feel like family.
My stepsister Merrie (left) and me in 1956.
The exact date is uncertain, but it's summer,
so I must have been newly 17, she 18.
(Optional) prompt: Tell me about your siblings … or the lack of them. Or about sisterhood or brotherhood in general.
Guidelines: 369 words or fewer (excluding title). New or old; poetry or prose; one post per person; link (below) to that post on your blog; read and comment on other people’s posts; leave us a comment here, too, if you’d like.
Next week, We will invite you to write poetry or prose from the point of view of October. Yes, your narrator or speaker is the tenth month of the year. We are so excited to read thoughts and feels scribbled by a month.
