Goodbye Autumn: Hello Winter

Poetic Beats with Davy D and Howard Bond

Inside the Mind of Davy D

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D recorded on the 27th of November 2017 on Red Kite Radio.

With Autumn coming to and end in the UK and Winter approaching, we look at the poem Autumn Violets, by Christina Rossetti. The poem reflects on how everything has its place, with Violets being flowers of the Spring.

Christina Rossetti is regarded as one of the greatest English poets of the 19th Century. Her most famous poem, A Christmas Carol, will be sung all over the world throughout Christmas. Placed to music by Gustav Holst in 1906, the song version was titled, In the Bleak Midwinter.

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Autumn…

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I’m Jealous- Eric (EDC Writing), Guest Barista

I’m jealous of the light that sees you every day

I’m jealous of the night which holds you to daybreak

I’m jealous of the world you live in without me

I’m jealous of the wind that blows a kiss upon your face

I’m jealous of your clothes that touch and hug your curves

I’m jealous of the men you lead on and give your smile to

I’m jealous of your youth the mistakes you’ve yet to make

I’m jealous of the time you have for anyone but me

I’m jealous no fault of yours I a man you’ve never seen

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To read more of Eric’s writing, visit Believing Sight Unseen – EDC Writing

So I decided to host a Winter Holiday Writing Prompt Challenge and nobody came. . .

Actually, that’s not true–  my dear friend Eric Syrdal sent a submission.  The only submission.

I suddenly feel transported back to my hopelessly awkward and geeky thirteen year old self who never got asked to dance at those middle school dances held in the gym with lame paper streamers that always ended with Stairway to Heaven.  Longest. Song. Ever.

Don’t make me go back there!

Please, please submit. 

The Guidelines

Writing Prompt- The Winter Holiday Song of Your Choice**

  1. Using a Winter Holiday song of your choice as inspiration, write a 100 to 800 word original, previously unpublished piece.  It can be poetry, prose, short fiction or even essay.  The Winter Holiday song can be used as the title, you can use the phrase intact, or break it up however you want within the written piece.  I do ask that tell me what song inspired your piece and that you include a link to your favorite version.
  2. Pick out an image to go with your submission
  3. Write a brief biography
  4. Send the following to christine.e.ray@gmail.com by midnight on Friday, December 15 2017:
    • Your original piece
    • suggested image
    • brief biography including the name you write under
    • link to where you post your writing (blog, Facebook page, Instagram, etc.)
  5. Submissions will be judged by me and at least one guest judge.  If you are interested in being a guest judge for this challenge, let me know.
  6. I will publish all submissions on Brave and Reckless as long as they are appropriate and you are welcome to reblog to your platform once they have been published on Brave and Reckless first. They will also get a plug on Brave and Reckless‘ Twitter and Facebook pages. All participants are strongly encouraged to reblog the winning submission to their own blog.

Please feel free reblog and post this challenge invitation on social media.

**I really mean any song that mean the Winter Holidays to you.  Except for maybe Alvin and the Chipmunks singing Christmas music.  That is an abomination.  If one of the Alvin and the Chipmucks Christmas songs is your inspiration, your writing had better be EPIC!

DOORS

Imelda/My Wall

MY WALL

Doors lead to doors
I only enter with trepidation
what’s in store
behind the door
Hope is my pray’r.

I am not a seer
I could not count all the costs
but I am fairly sure
choices have consequences
some come soon
others later.
I am afraid
to open a door
yet,
even if I just stand
out in the cold
afraid to move
or content to be still
life goes on
somehow
I am changed
and often moved
to a door
that’s not of my choosing.

Doors lead to doors
opening and closing
Is there a door
that brings one back to the beginning?

Doors
lead to doors
what do I gain
what do I lose
by being?

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Written with DVERSE Jazzy prompt in mind.  I am not a jazzy or hip hop kind of gal so I am not sure if this one met the poetic standards…

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SERENITY (WPC: Serene)

Imelda/My Wall

MY WALL

Laughter sparkles like glass
bubbling with champagne

until it shatters

and dissolves
into a pool
of tears

fragile is the moment
quickly feelings turn

serenity holds them all
together
like a mother’s arms
holding her child
close to her heart

The photos may have nothing to do with the poem but somehow, they speak to me of serenity.  There is something magical and calming about swans gliding on reflective waters, alone in their own world.

WPC:  Serene

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