And here’s my Throwback Thursday for you. I love this band. Couldn’t Care More by the Fine Young Cannibals from their album with the same name, first released in 1985. What have you been listening to lately? 🙂
Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt, hosted by Laura who invites us to write a poem using the last lines of the last twelve poems we have written (or the last lines of published poems from books or web links) and, whilst keeping those lines unadulterated, to arrange them into a poem.
I decided to use my own poems going backwards from the most recent, enjambing them onto extra lines, and rearranging them from their original date order. Most of them are published on my blog but a couple of end lines are new.
Here’s how it would have read with no tinkering:
first I must sit here and draw out of this jungle of forces
soon with the morning
one might even find themselves we interpret death as a brave afterlife
heartfelt and climactic nor too wild
in these here woods, he said newly passed over
be alone than feel more alone somewhere I don’t belong as talisman. Onward. Your beating heart. Onward.
As you can see, it definitely needed reshuffling 🙂
My Throwback Thursday music share is Debussy’s Les son et les parfums tournent dans l’aire du soir. Because it’s divine. What are you listening to at the moment?
I’ve become very cavalier with my attitude towards Throwback Thursday having missed the odd one here and there. But I reserve the right to continue the tradition when I’m in the mood. So here’s mine for today. Okay, I know Starman would have been the most obvious choice to complement the poem but it’s not my fave Bowie song (shock, gasp). Heroes is, along with Wild is the WindandThe Man Who Sold the World. And let’s not forget the soundtrack to Labyrinth, oh no. That’s in a league of its own.
What’s your favourite Bowie song? Will you join me by sharing it in the comments? Or feel free to share your latest ear worm, whatever that may be 🙂
They can’t hear you in the upside-down. You would do well not to get caught there. It is the shadow thrown by the light and exists in the realm of barely real tipping over into the concrete world. There is no day, only a howling wind of eternal night, housing all the other howling lost things. Things with teeth and beating wings. Stingers. Go quietly now, tread with care. It holds all your nightmares, they shiver through the trees, not merely brain conjurings but entities. Your fears fleshed them and you didn’t even know it. Another’s nightmare birthed them and now you’re in it.
You would do well not to get caught in the upside-down. It is cold, so cold. Everything shifts in the dark, becomes other. How can you believe your own eyes? Illusions trick you at every turn. You, human, have no place there. Don’t will it accidentally, don’t get caught in the in-between and slip through. You may not return. Unless you are wily. Unless you have some fire and can keep your head. But even then, even then. Don’t give in to your fears.
But if you find yourself in the upside-down, you must face the shadow self of all that was. To solve the riddle of your escape. Your own death you must face. Take heart. Become stealth. Wear a costume of power, a trinity as talisman. Onward. Your beating heart. Onward.
Written for W3 Prompt #24: Wea’ve Written Weekly at The Skeptic’s Kaddish hosted by David, where the poet of the week (which happens to be me, I know, right? Pretty stoked 🙂) invites us to write an ekphrastic poem inspired by a horror film that gave you the chills. For example, Interview with a Vampire, Halloween, The Babadook, to name a few. Or it could be a comedy horror, such as The Addams Family or Shaun of the Dead, etc. You could write from the point of view of one of the characters, or respond to a particular scene, whatever you prefer.
Or, if that’s not your thing . . . you could write about an experience that gave you the chills, any form permitted.
*Despite this being my own prompt, it took me a while to get into it as I don’t deal well with horror films and I generally avoid them. Comedy horrors are more down my street. Having said that, you may have guessed that my prose poem was responding to popular horror series, Stranger Things (yeah, I know, that was an about-turn but this one’s an exception).
Written also for Shay’s Word Garden, where we are given inspiration with poet, Ric Masten, and musician, Neil Young. Words used: stingers / quietly / riddle / costumes / trinity. I’m a bit late to this Word Garden as Shay has already started a new one based on the poetry of Christina Rossetti, which you can also take part in here if you wish.
My Throwback Thursday is the suitably chilling Hell is Round the Corner by Tricky featuring Martina Topley-Bird, from his debut album, Maxinquaye. Tricky was originally a member of British trip-hop band Massive Attack (another Bristol legend) in the early 90s before he went solo. You may also recognise him from his walk-on part in Hollywood blockbuster The Fifth Element as one of the characters trying to steal Corbyn Dallas’ airline tickets 🙂