September’s Monthly Prompt

First the winner of last month’s challenge! This next challenge will be a little different so make sure you read the instructions.

fantasy prompt

And the winner is…

*drumroll*

Kate Flournoy! And it’s another poem. Congratulations!

 

Far away below me,
In the crowded market-square,
People jostle, people shout,
Children scamper round about,
Fountains twinkle in and out,
Like strands of silken hair.

The sunlight on the pavement
Is like gossamer and gold,
Its shadows fall across the lights,
Streaming banners from the heights;
Pretended lances in pretended fights,
And bright as it is cold.

And here above it all I sit,
Perched like a songbird on the sill,
While far below me children laugh,
And dust is in the air like chaff,
The temple spire a shadowed staff,
And humanity roams at will.

Here above it all I sit,
With my dagger in my hand,
Watching them pass as so often before,
My window like an open door,
The marketplace my ballroom floor,
And the wide, wide world my land.

A shadow in the window;
That’s all I am to them.
They never see but they pass me by,
Some fleeting gnat or dragonfly,
Drowned in the clang of the market cry,
With nary a hope or a whim.

So here I sit the long days out,
Spying on man with a will.
Waiting and watching and biding my time,
Marking the pathways of marble and lime,
Along with the alleys all sooty with grime,
Perched like a bird on the sill.

The shadow of their temple spire;
See how they watch it grow!
The shadows on the city walls,
And the blanketing dark like funeral palls,
While candles burn brighter in burial halls
Which the wisest of men cannot know.

Yet see them so blind; so content in their way,
While their children run after in glee!
And me sitting here just watching it all,
With my knife in my hand and my shadow so tall,
Thinking and plotting and planning the fall
That the wisest of them cannot see.

A shadow in the window;
But a shadow full of rage.
Appointed by a judging Hand,
With steel mind and hard command,
Not caring lest they fall or stand,
For the wide, wide world’s my stage.

 

And now for September’s prompt!

september prompt

Picture from Pinterest

Instead of a long prompt, I’ve decided to switch to what I used to do, but on a monthly schedule. You can write one caption and one six-word-story for the picture above. You have until September 30th to submit your entry in the comments below. I’ll announce the winner in September. Anyone can enter, but keep your entries clean. No swearing, no gore or sensuality. Have fun and go forth to write.

 

Posted by Hope Ann

4 comments

Oooh. I got some ideas coming. *strokes chin thoughtfully*

“Grey birds. Grey silence. Just me.”

Anne of Lothlorien

No name, no life, no beginning or end,
The chirping birds his only friend,
A lonely figure, perched above,
He never thought he needed love

But years of watching, never doing,
Always dreaming, never pursuing,
Wore away the wall of pain,
And now he’ll wish he was human again

“Wires and birds and lonely hearts.”

Ankles dangling in the greylit shadows, Edgar waited, like the birds, for someone who would never come.
Six words:
Sorrow’s despair ne’er led to joy.

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