Day 4 of NaPoWriMo brings a very challenging prompt via napowrimo.net.
The prompt is essentially to write a poem in the form of a poetry prompt. This is a peculiar form of poetry where every line in the poem can be repurposed as a poetry prompt. The idea has been derived from the poet Mathias Svalina’s Instagram, where the poet posts their surrealist poems in the form of poetry prompts.
It has been a very fun challenge to attempt today, and my poem also goes hand-in-hand with the prompt ‘supernatural’ from my friend literarychills‘s NaPoWriMo x Literarychills challenge! If you’re here, I highly encourage you to go check out her prompts, as well as the poems written by my two best friends, Kittu’s Modern Mixtape and Amour Infini, who are participating in NaPoWriMo with me once again, this year!
Now, without further ado, here’s my take on today’s prompts! Feel free to use the prompts from my poem if they tickle your brain! Happy reading! Xx
- Take a leisurely stroll along the forest’s edge, and make a Dear Diary moment of it.
- Meet a familiar stranger you’ve only known from your dreams.
- Try very hard to disappear, but fall in love instead.
- Go looking for things that are unheard of and unseen.
- Call out to the nightingales and mockingbirds, and give them something to sing about.
- Perhaps, sing of your tryst in the woods– or not; that’s between the stranger and you.
- Keep it a secret, lock it in a safe with not a single way out.
- But the trees, they talk anyway, you know? The Dryads had a lot to tell us, the Sprites had plenty, too.
- Confess your love, and wax poetic; do it all under the starry night.
- Let the Moon Immortal bear witness to your union, and bathe in her glory and light.
- What’s love without a little tragedy? Say goodbye to your stranger in a letter you write.
- Run away from the forest, keep running ‘til it’s out of sight.
- Let your mind wander along the same forest’s edge.
- It’s not where you were meant to be, but your heart, you left it behind.
- It was years ago, along this very forest’s edge, you watched your beloved be put to rest; you’ve visited them for the last time at their grave, all memories of them near-dead.
- Keep your trysts a secret well-guarded as you dance, hand-in-hand, at their grave for the very last time.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.