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
and try to live happily ever after,
(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,
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.)