Prompted Poems – NaPoWriMo

♦ For those of you who don’t yet know, April is NaPoWriMo: National Poem Writing Month. And I’ve decided to take part! I’ve always enjoyed writing poetry and I’ve written a fair few poems on this blog before now. It’s an easier activity to fit around my hectic life than NaNoWriMo (a novel) or NaBloPoMo (blog posts) and, besides which, since Ashley Lister’s poetry workshop at Eroticon 2013, I’ve been determined to write more poetry. Ashley suggests that even writing just a haiku a day is great practice for a writer, so this is a great time to give that a test.

So, without further ado, here are the poems I’ve written for the first three days of April. They’ve all been prompted from a single word or phrase I stumbled upon in my search for inspiration.

Empire – A Haiku (from the prompt “empire”)

Fingertip army
Marches onwards to conquer
Your empire of skin

The Temple (from the prompt “my body is a temple”)

“My body is a temple”, you said
And I nodded my head:

“Your eyes are bowls of sacred oils
Your hair, a silken sash
The scars at your knees are frescos of the divine
And your lips, painted with the blood of sacrifice”

“Your feet are the altar at which I lay my head
Your hands, burnished candelabra
The scent of your body is incense and ash
And your sighs, soft tinkles of swinging chimes”

“You’re taking the piss”, you said
And I shook my head:

“When I lift my face and drink deep of your holy cup
You hum, you coil, you create and destroy
The walls of your church vibrate and shake
And rapture is sung by every nerve”

“Your body is temple, my love
And I worship at your cunt”

Hush – A Haiku (from the prompt “quietly”)

Hush. Come quietly.
Your big sister is sleeping.
Moan into my hand.

These poems were varying levels of difficulty and time to write. The first, Empire, was easy but took a little time to get the syllables working for me. The Temple was actually one I started on one day and finished the next, because I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with the end of it. It was mostly written on the bus. I’m still not 100% convinced. Hush was written in literally about two minutes as I finished this blog post and has a nice, threatening undercurrent that I like.

As NaPoWriMo continues, I’ll post more (if not all) of my efforts to show you. And I’ll make sure to have 30 poems, even if they’re 29 haikus and a longer one, at the end. For now, though, what do you think of these? And are you taking part in NaPoWriMo this year? ♦

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