The d’Verse Poetics—One Word poetry prompt hosted by Kim is as follows:
Choose ONE word from the list below (definitions in brackets):
- anachronism (the placing of persons, events, objects, or customs in times to which they do not belong; a person or a thing out of place in time and especially the present time)
- filipendulous (hanging precariously – usually by a single thread)
- limerence (an involuntary state of intense desire)
- petrichor (a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather)
- pulchritudinous (beautiful)
- symphonia (musical unison)
Now USE YOUR CHOSEN WORD AS THE TITLE OF A POEM, in any form of your choice, which explores that word in one (or more) of the following ways:
- anthropomorphise the word (give it human qualities) –
- use zoomorphism (give the word animal qualities) –
- objectify the word (describe it as an object)
- write the poem ‘through the eyes’ of the word
- put yourself in its shoes – write a stream of consciousness or ‘abstract’ poem about the word
- write an acrostic of the word
From this awesome list, I chose the word PETRICHOR (I was in the mood for a pleasant smell). I attempt to write the poem from the POV of the word.
Petrichor
LISTEN TO THE RAIN
PETRICHOR The rain falls upon my upturned face I rejoice and rise from my secret place The downpour soothes my fevered brow Its water-flow casts a magic spell and I drink deep from the pluvial well The drought is over now Puddle waterspouts leap in melodic time Dancing a perfumed pantomime My fragrant breath breathes relief across parched plains Breathing out the sweetness of the rains Rain tapping soft and loud on window panes A lullaby of dreamers in their bowers Soothed with showers The weeping cloud mourns down on earth From which I drink for all my worth A sublimation beyond divine The leaden storm’s redolent wine The grand bouquet A fountain’s spray In the whispering meadows where raindrops meet my breath breathes sweeter sweet I spread my fragrant wings and float upon fresh air upward as far as I may go To breathe again flying free again—and happy to be there I am the soul of soil and sod I am earth’s pluvial god Lesley Scoble, July 2023
My thanks to d’Verse Poetics—One Word poetry prompt and to the gracious host Kim881 for the great choice of inspiring prompts.
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright, (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
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