Our featured daily participant is aetherianessence, where the wordplay prompt for Day Nine imagines two of English’s most easily-mixed-up words jousting like knights.
Our resource for the day is the online collection of the Victoria & Albert Museum, where you can find everything from a pair of bamboo-framed sunglasses to a very silly parody advertisement for talking toilet paper to a rococo coffee pot with a spout in the form of a rather gobsmacked sea-serpent.
And last but not least, today’s (optional) prompt. Take a look at Kyle Dargan’s “Diaspora: A Narcolepsy Hymn.” This poem is a loose villanelle that uses song lyrics as its repeating lines (loose because it doesn’t rhyme). Your challenge is, like Dargan, to write a poem that incorporates song lyrics – ideally, incorporating them as opposing phrases or refrains. A few lyrics that might work, if you need inspiration:
“Is this the real life? / Is this just fantasy?”
“I read the news today, oh boy…”
“The world is a vampire…”
“At first I was afraid, I was petrified”
“There is a house in New Orleans”
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain”
“I went down down down and the flames went higher.”
“The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades.”
“Nothing ain’t nothing, but it’s free.”
And if you’re interested in learning more about villanelles, you can find some good information at the Poetry Foundation website.
“Is this the real life? / Is this just fantasy?”
“I read the news today, oh boy…”
“The world is a vampire…”
“At first I was afraid, I was petrified”
“There is a house in New Orleans”
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain”
“I went down down down and the flames went higher.”
“The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades.”
“Nothing ain’t nothing, but it’s free.”
And if you’re interested in learning more about villanelles, you can find some good information at the Poetry Foundation website.
“Two Radios Arguing in a Burning Room”
“Is this the real life? / Is this just fantasy?”
“The world is a vampire…”
The sun rose like it was owed to us —
coffee steamed, untouched by hands.
“Is this the real life? / Is this just fantasy?”
Sirens called from six corners,
newsboys sang of war with glee.
“The world is a vampire…”
I read the obits just to feel something,
a stranger’s name lingering like dust.
“Is this the real life? / Is this just fantasy?”
The radio plays two songs at once —
one hope, one howl — static stitches the space.
“The world is a vampire…”
I sobbed alone in the aisle of a midnight grocery,
buying nothing, avoiding everything.
“Is this the real life? / Is this just fantasy?”
“The world is a vampire…”
- Oizys.
[Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video Remastered)]
[The Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet With Butterfly Wings]
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