#fixedversefix

Per an anonymous message I was asked to run another prompt. And it has been a long time since I did that. Those were the fixed verse prompts. Hmm. I’ll keep the tag I used for those, but this one’s going to be free verse:

Prompt: How small the millions of arms that cradle our dying Mother Earth

Make it dark. Make it hopeful. Take it however it inspires you. Like I said, the prompt is free verse, so the sky’s the limit! 

This prompt will run 18 - 24 November.

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our hunger grows

& our hearts grow small

She writhes and howls

Floating in a ceaseless void

Of an existential despair,

That billows like a string of

Unnerving smog all round

The years that touch us

And try to clog our pores

With her bitter resents that

She aches for us to mitigate.

Yet we never dwell deep

Or try to press our ears

Against her strained rasping breaths,

Her torrents of pleas

And tremors of protests.

Merely spend our days

Recollecting about the shortcomings

Of the efforts of those few

Among teeming millions

Who gave their best to recreate

A cradle for her to softly exhale,

And delightfully gyrate through eternity

Tremble, oh midnight, Beneath the Harvest Moon As carcass of the past rots away into the night; Bales of hay play fortress to the lonely, Sheltering from fear, In false victory. The moment nears, etched in prophecies Of star-runes — A hunger ancient, as old as time itself, Drowning in fire and rage, Untamed. We don't belong. Here. This, cannot be Our home, when sin is made of acid Eating away at the core. The planet trembles, forsaken, This is it — a grand finale, An exoneration, As the children cling to the mother In sorrow, and defeat. ____________________________________________________

Trumpet trees evoke

Incognizable ardour

Seasons forthcoming

Announced, blossoms fall to fly

Oh, darling, if you were here, we would sway now.

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Our beating hearts were made to harmonise,

but her rhythm has froze and mine is astray now.

My constant music box, my star-spun dancer,

your stained glass can no longer catch her ray now.

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These restless pews are a damned sight without her,

His golden hands cannot convince me to pray now.

The preacher talks on, of our divine salvation,

as though my soul is not the colour of grey now.

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Between the bloodied sand, and a broken frame,

the demons in her mind have eaten their prey now.

The day I saw my constellation fall down

repeats in my head; God, let my rope fray now.

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I was greeted with horrors at yesterday’s dawn.

“But you see? The sun still rises,” the saints say now.

I wish, on this day, it would have stayed dark,

like the light her eyes will never display now.

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Nobody else sees; there’s no room here for hope,

like her lifeless flesh, my heart will decay now

to see my Juliet covered with ivory,

please, I beg you, don’t carry her away now.

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