#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 270 #PhotoPrompt

This challenge by Colleen Chesebro explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. D. L. Finn provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

My poem is a diatelle, which is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is: 1,2,3,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,3,2,1.

with the rhyme structure abbcbccaccbcbba.

Come!

We’re near,

Our home’s here…

Sister Dolphins,

Free to swim, folk drink beers,

Praying no more wars, or who wins,

Not encumbered by human bloodshed’s limbs,

We rise up, chitter chatter, play in the hot sun,

We are four proud playful fish without sins,

Who denounce all wars against kin,

Ditch those awful sad tears,

Join with us in…

Seas. Love. Dear.

No fear.

Fun!

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That was a tricky one to write. I’m not a huge fan of writing rhyming poetry but I gave it a go…!! Hope you enjoyed.

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WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

How could I not take part with such an evocative image chosen by Diana?

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge.

ETHEREE: The Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. An Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Double Etheree

Stare

Downwards

Beyond life

A darkness grows

To infinity

Seeping into water

My long blonde hair stays behind

Exposing my poor nakedness

A child lost in a time with no kindness

Cold skin, white against teeming cruel shadows

Black heart whispering melancholy words

Stay still, forever no one will care

Who will remember you strange child?

Mother, father, sister, none.

Death is your only friend

Come! In the water

Reflect and be

Still. Death’s friend

Holding

Hands

Ooh, that was creepy!

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COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 195 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Lisa Thompson, from last month’s challenge, has provided the photo for this month’s challenge.

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

The tea gossips begin. A line black marks my whereabouts

Acrostic poem- Toadstool

This is me, a maligned fruiting fungal fellow.

Ordinary? No siree! Not me, I’m no grotty grass.

A red cap and scales crown my slim white ring of partial veil.

Dying, for attention, I stand tall, and pretty proud.

Savage me worst, fairy ring, honey fungi, fungus root and stink horns.

Toad plus stool I’m named; ugliest frog-like creature plus tiniest stool.

On point am I. Fiddle. It ain’t fair. I’m not a warty broad, squat common fellow.

Or an inedible, poisonous, rickety bar stool chair.

Love and admire me spores, forget them mushy mushroom bores!

© M J Mallon

Well, that was a fun one! Lol Hope you enjoyed the giggle. xxx

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