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NaPoWriMo prompt for April 17, 2017

April 16, 2017

 

DAY 17  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Monday, April 17, 2017

 

“Poetry = Anger x Imagination”

Sherman Alexie

 

Welcome to Day 17 of NaPoWriMo.  I hope you are getting into the habit of writing each and every day and that some of the challenges have helped you write something outside of your comfort zone.

 

Prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 17-

Acronyms –  Create some original Acronyms –  to use in your poem.  And try to do something like this with at least 3 of  original Acronyms:

 

E_ nvironmental  changes destroy places that need

P_ rotection.  Animals must be saved.  We need an

A_ gency  to preserve nature’s balance.

 

3 or more NOA s (new original acronyms) is the goal.

 

 

“Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am”

Christopher Poindexter

 

I am posting the poems I wrote for prompt 14th and 15.   (I needed to finish the one from the 14th but had run out of time).

 

The 14th NaPoWriMo prompt as suggested by Brendan McBreen suggested we-

revisit a fairy tale character, put them in a bar, and write a poem….

 

Here’s what I wrote:

 

Jack Walks Into the Bar

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

The once very famous Jack,

member of King Arthur’s roundtable,

arrives incognito at the Thunderdell Inn of Cardiff,

in the county of Glamorgan,

and orders a pint of a local brew

called ‘The Giants’ Proboscis’.

If anyone recognizes him, they don’t let on.

 

Jack is privately remembering

the 30th anniversary of the evening

he beheaded the two-headed giant, Thunderdell,

who in an angry vengeful rage

(over the slaying of his cousin)

burst into the banquet being held

in Jack’s honor.

 

Jack had freed the lady being

held captive by Thunderdell’s

cousin in a labyrinth of caves

just a few miles outside of Cardiff.

 

Jack recalled the next

few months of  his life after that

fateful evening thirty years ago.

 

He thought there had to be more to life

than slaying giants, freeing captured

knights, damsels in distress and

battling evil wizards.

 

He wasn’t quite done, however.

It was but three weeks later he met

an elderly man who took him to

an enchanted castle belonging to

the giant Galigantus who was

not only holding captive

at least a dozen knights and ladies,

but also a girl Jack knew

when they were both children.

The daughter of a Duke,

who had been very kind to Jack’s father

during the year of the great drought.

And now the grown up girl had been

turned into a white doe by a sorcerer.

 

Jack sipped his pint

recalling the epiphany he had

so many years ago

about how he would change

his life forever.

 

He slayed Galigantus,

and spared the sorcerer’s life

in return for reversing the

spell on the Duke’s daughter,

who now in human form

was the most beautiful woman

Jack had ever seen.

They were married soon after

and Jack, now quite wealthy

settled into a quiet domestic life.

The few giants that remained

were either slain by other young men

or fled into the forests and caves

until they died off.

 

The stories of course

left it, that Jack and his lady

lived happily ever after.

 

No mention of how the couple bickered

about petty annoyances, finances and

never having children.

No mention of Jack getting older,

fatter and having to deal with all

the aches and pains mostly the result

of injuries he sustained during

his feats of derring-do.

No mention of how time, gossip, politics

and life went on,

as Jack’s legend faded.

 

So when the tourists

drunk on local brew,

a few feet away from Jack,

insisted the legends

of years past were just

fairy tale fiction invented

by the proprietors of

the shops and Inns

in Wales and Cornwall,

because it was good for business,

Jack just sighed

shook his head

and ordered another pint,

remembering for a moment

when he cut off the nose

of Tunderdel’s cousin

and now in a way, he was drinking it.

 

This made Jack laugh,

altering his foul mood.

He decided he would finish his pint,

buy his wife a confection

she enjoyed

and try to live happily ever after,

after all.

(Based on the main character in  Jack the Giant Killer – an English fairy tale first published in 1711 which inspired a 1962 film)

 

The Day 15 NaPoWriMo Prompt was to create an Erasure poem.  (See Day 15 if needed for details).  Here is my poem:

 

Turning Homeward *  (an erasure)

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

Salmon led me to Bear Creek

Coyotes crossed pastures

Eagles found me on an unmarked trail

I had to find a city park.

I understood grey skies

knew crimson leaves, brisk winds,

red-tailed hawks.

Jobs changed

but luckily I didn’t fit in

I was coming to my favorite place

where imagination meant understanding

what I learned from lives and place.

 

*an erasure created from pages 45, 46 and part of 47 of a wonderful 2016 book: turning homeward: restoring hope and nature in the urban wild  by Adrienne Ross Scanlan

(by the way she will be at BookTree in Kirkland on Saturday April 29th  as we celebrate National Independent BookStore Day.)

 

Keep Writing!

 

jack the giant killer

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