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Today’s poetry and story exercises: 11th August 2017

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Every weekday I post a set of poetry prompts on and a set of story prompts on the scriptnovel and short story blogs. As you’ll see by the heading numbers, you may have missed a few but the links are listed on the relevant group’s Exercises page so you can always find them there. So here are your poetry and short story exercises…

Poetry Writing Exercises 1192: Friday 11th August

Here are your four poetry exercises for today. If you enjoy these prompts, do take a look at my online courses… six are currently half price (when using the coupon codes on my main blog’s online courses page) and another is FREE!

Time yourself for 15 minutes per exercise, having a break in between each one or move on to the next.  When you’ve finished, do pop over to this blog’s Facebook Group and let everyone know how you got on.

Below are the four – you can do them in any order.

  1. Keywords: fire, time, now, christening, doctor
  2. Random: named after an Italian minister
  3. Picture: what does this inspire?
  4. One-word prompt: roach

Have fun, and if you would like to, do paste your writing in the comment boxes below so we can see how you got on! Remember though that it counts as being published so don’t post anything that you would want to submit elsewhere (where they require unpublished material).

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What light?

A poem for leaving the dull weather behind (hopefully!).

Jane Dougherty Writes

A poem that I composed this morning walking the dog while the wind blew cold showers and it didn’t feel like August at all. It’s full of allusions to other poems, plays, songs, the words we treasure now, but which will not prevent the end.

For dverse open link night.

Painting ©Anders Osterlind


Into this darkness, will light break from any window?

He said it glowed, this planet, blue as an orange,

now squeezed in a mad ape’s fist,

until the last drops of recorded time fall into the sooty veils of morning,

where no birds sing.

Is there anybody there? they ask, the travellers,

but there are no ghosts in the stairwell to answer,

no moon in the sky to remember.

Words in the wind, blowing,

mean as little as the blaze of a missile’s tail,

when there are no ears to hear, no tongues to sing.

In the…

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