Writing Prompt 18

It’s the eighteenth day of our 30/30!

Have you found yourself revising any of your responses yet, from earlier in the month? Just curious. Everyone’s process is different.

Your prompt today is:

 

Describe yourself as a fireplace: what you’d be made of,
what you’d look like, the fuel you’d burn,
who would gather at your hearth.

 

 

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Guidelines, if you want them:

  • Posting your response is not required
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  • This is not meant to be the perfect first draft – respond without hesitation for 5-7 minutes, then keep going if you want to
  • While our prompts are geared towards poetry, we welcome all kinds of artists
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6 comments

  1. Rough pavestones topped one on another
    set in with purpose, with care,
    creating a place for fire,
    fire to warm, fire for water, for food.
    Tucked into chinks are small stones,
    protectors – rose quartz, jasper, malachite –
    random findings meant for this very place.
    Rising only five feet,
    this small shrine stands on land outdoors
    where family, friends gather in retreat,
    not daily, but with enough frequency
    that the ashes hold memory of recent life,
    wood gathered from the land,
    sticks to place on stones
    to heal our bones, our hearts
    with campfire marshmallows, skewered wieners, kabobs,
    and kettle ready to whistle out its song,
    a song echoed into the night sky by uncertain voices
    sending gratitude to sister stars
    as embers glow and dim around this hearth.

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  2. In answer to the question posed with prompt 18, I have not really looked back with revision in mind as I am trying to use the daily prompts as an impetus to stretch. I have committed myself to write a poem a day for these 30 days – good, bad, or otherwise – just to write, no judging yet:) Why post???? to keep myself honest to the task, to prove to me that writing doesn’t have to be perfect, to enjoy the spontaneity, to jog along with others who are pushing themselves a bit or just love moving along the path. Thank you for this opportunity.

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  3. Nothing Warmer Than Wood Heat

    Utilitarian, unobtrusive,
    Simple, solid cast iron
    No frills or fine embossing
    No enamel shine
    I stand on sturdy legs
    Vigilant. Reliant. Defiant.

    Give me space! Give me air!
    I must breathe to burn.

    I hide my baffles
    The window view on my flame
    Obscured by years
    But fuel me with a fine touch
    You’ll feel my heat

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  4. At the Greathouse

    Fieldstone still holds the sun, its
    many colors the rich of soil and
    plant, its slicing layers as precise
    as its positioning here, mortared
    into its welcoming womb, its high
    chimney winding upward to the
    cathedral’s beam. Bring on the
    slow hot hedge, its orange wood
    hewn from the fencerows where
    a thousand, nay a million seeds
    from hedge balls have fed the vole
    and shrew, prized apart by deer
    and possum, one or two going deep
    to begin the cycle anew. Barring
    the bois d’arc, bring on the shag
    bark hickory with its curling flakes
    of barkskin, and add some oak so
    that the warmth will bank through
    the night. Put one or two sticks of
    cedar in the woodbox just for scent
    but not to burn, it flares too hot and
    full of resin for this place. Don’t wipe
    the smoky residue from my mantle
    stone, but let it build like a gentle
    patina ages old. Lay down your troubles,
    burn the broken trysts. I tell no secrets.

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