
Day 5 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is a bit complicated to explain.
… inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante.
We are presented with three columns of words, and instructed to
First, pick a notation from the first column below. Then, pick a musical genre from the second column. Finally, pick at least one word from the third column. Now write a poem that takes inspiration from your musical genre and notation, and uses the word or words you picked from the third column.
I won’t reproduce the full columns, but the notations include gems like, “play like you are about to start crying,” “tempo di murder” and “with a hint of frenzy.” Musical genres include, “yacht rock,” “jazz fantasia” and “breakup anthem,” among others.
My selections were: genre “power ballad;” notation “improvisatory screaming;” and the word vampire.
Thus, my poem:
Screaming Meemies
A ballad not for faint of heart
this story I’m about to [scream]
a tale so foul [a shuddered moan]
derived from Satan’s basest dreams.
The clock tolled noon one fateful day.
A lightning strike; earth split a seam
and from the depths of hell arose
a fiend astride a golden gleam.
This incubus [a prolonged shriek]
this vampire spewing blood and greed
loosed upon our hallowed grounds
to feast upon our direst needs.
A knight in armor tarnished gray,
and yet a hundred score and five,
fell at his feet [cue gnashing teeth]
to save careers (and ruin lives).
Such devastation [Banshee’s screech],
depriving souls their tended dreams,
all done to fatten Satan’s purse
and trample those of lesser means.
This [haunting howl] yet to resolve,
to hell consigned or fait accompli?
No hero comes to save the day.
It rests on you, it rests on me.
Well-done, pointed allegorcial commentary. I went the “political satire” route too, with a prose poem music review of a disastrous symphony performance.
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Thank you. It’s dicey these days to tread there, but needed, I think. Can you give the link to your poem?
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Well done.
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Thank you.
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But then one day 3.5 million dared to show
And very peacefully let those evil demons know
They were not welcome here at all
Perhaps mere protest might commence their fall.
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There! Your first protest poem!
I read that the count is now up to 5.2 million.
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