I am playing a little catch up.
DAY 13 —–The prompt for the 13th was to write a ghazal. “This is an old Persian form of poetry, and rather strange if you’re used to European meter-and-rhyme forms. A ghazal is made of couplets. Traditionally, the two lines of the first couplet end with the same word or phrase, and then that same word/phrase is used to end the second line of each succeeding couplet. All of the lines are supposed to be of about the same length, although there is no formal meter or syllable count. If you want to get super traditional/technical, the last couplet is supposed to refer to the poet, either by name, or through some kind of allusion.”
Caroline waits tables on weekends, saving her tips
Bites her lip when he slaps her ass, saving her tips
Her feet swollen and stuffed in shoes a size small,
Step quick to get the beer drawn, saving her tips
Dollar store eye make-up hides bags from no sleep
Smile glued on with ruby red gloss, saving her tips
She pays the water bill reconnect fee, buys some beans
Wishes for a bus ticket out of here, saving her tips
Goes home, pours him a beer while he yells at her brother,
Tucks money into an ole’ grease can, saving her tips
He drinks all night, grabs at her, rips her only good dress
She counts her money while she cries, saving her tips
She tells her little brother not to worry, she’ll take him too.
Caroline waits tables this weekend, saving her tips
Day 14 – The prompt is to write a sonnet. I am TERRIBLE at sonnets and I don’t really enjoy them, but here’s my attempt.
The clock atop the wall did chime at three
My heart it stood and frozen skipped a beat
And drifted like a ship adrift at sea
For Laura Lye her maker she did meet
Oh Laura Lye, my tender and sweet bride
My sparrow, no more to sing in morning
My soul hath broken on the day you died
Sweet Laura Lye, left without a warning
At night I sit and think for to remember
The sweetness of her lips pressed up to mine
My Laura forever in December
I drown my loneliness in summer wine
Drunk from vine I dream I see her again
Oh Laura Lye, forgive me for my sin
DAY 15 – is to write a parody. I wrote a parody of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 as a fun tribute to all my gay boyfriends and queer family who have ever loved disco balls and jello shots at 1am. This can probably be blamed on watching too many Queer Eye reruns lately…
Shall I tell thee how much I love the gays?
Their art and face cream do rejuvenate.
For drag shows each and every Saturday,
She wins the crown to impress her date.
Sometimes too hot, her make-up shines
But 2am bar light is often dimm’d
Bears approach her with a drink, she declines
She likes her boyz a bit more trimm’d
By the time the neon lights do fade
He takes his heels down to the lowest
And disco dances now with his date
And how the rainbow family growest!
As long as men love men, and drag perform
I shall love the gays, just how they were born!