Prose poem: Weathering the Storm

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Title: Weathering the Storm
Prompt: For the writerverse prompt ‘calm the storm’
Summary: Poem. He’s there through good and bad times
Warnings: Strong emotional themes, hinted depression/mental anguish

(This is a m/f piece but I see no reason the sentiment wouldn’t work just as well for a f/m, m/m, or f/f pairing.)

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Poem: Winter’s Kiss

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Title: Winter’s Kiss
Prompt: Winter
Type: Terza Rima
Warnings: a mild threat of sexual assault but in a non-explicit way often found in folk songs – and ultimately it is only a threat, for this is no ordinary woman; character death

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Snow was falling on the ground
Soft and white and cold
Winter’s chill was all around
Through the woods he strolled
He came upon a pale dame
Quite a beauty to behold
“Tell me love, what is thy name?”
“I’m Nieve,” she did reply
“Nieve, you are in my domain,
With you I will lie.”
Her eyes flashed an ice blue;
“Well, you can but try.”

His corpse was found and this is true
Frozen solid, through and through

THE ARTIST: WHAT IT IS TO LIVE WITH THE MUSE

An earlier version of this poem, about the joy and pain of creativity, how much the lack of support for one’s artistic endeavours of whatever kind can hurt, and the monetary vs intrinsic value of art, previously appeared at a personal journal as part of the importance of audience series.

THE ARTIST: What it is to live with the muse

She sculpts, removing the extraneous stone
Revealing the beauty within
It is her greatest passion to find and display every
Curve and line

She meets him at a gallery next to a coffee shop
He’s admiring Van Gough prints
She loves them too
They talk for a while, agree to meet next week

Shes says she’s a sculptor, he wants to see her work
She’s shy at first, reluctant to display her imperfect creations
But she opens the door to her studio
To her soul
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The Importance of Audience: The Unwatched Play

The Unwatched Play

Frank lounges in his seat
Disappointed with himself
Feeling unfulfilled
“No auditions?” Joe asks
“No. Not even for an ad this week.”
Joe shakes his head, saddened
But he tries to be encouraging
“You’re still an actor.”
“Yes,” Frank agrees
Because that’s true.
He is still an actor
Regardless of his work
“And you’re good.”
Frank shrugs.
“And you’ve memorised all of Hamlet’s lines.”
Frank nods.
“So what does it matter
If no-one ever sees you perform?
You can recite the whole soliloquy
In the privacy of your own lounge.
Give a moving performance.
That should be enough, right?”
“Right,” Frank agrees
With false brightness
“Like, getting a part in a play
Should be enough, if the show is great
Even if no-one attends.”
Joe sighs.
“That’s bollocks, isn’t it?”
He’s right.
Because what’s the point
Of a performance
That goes unseen?
Or a record that never
Gets airplay?


The importance of audience is a theme I have explored before and will continue to revisit. This particular poem was previously published at a personal journal. The crux of the poem is something writers are told frequently: “You should write for yourself, and it doesn’t matter if no-one reads; if that’s true, then the same ought to apply to all the creative arts.

Prose Poem: unburdening

“I’m scared,” he says “after what happened last time.”
But there was no response.

“I’m scared,” he says, “after what happened last time.”
“Did you see this thing I did?” the man said as if no words had been spoken.

“I’m scared,” he says, “after what happened last time.”
“Yeah, sure, it’ll be fine,” the woman said barely listening.

“I’m scared,” he says, “after what happened last time.”
“What happened last time?” she asks.

And allows him to finally share his fears.