Amaranth
Borsuk’s gave us three assists to use erasure as a jumping off point to
create a poem, rather than the final poem. The first, the dictionary assist,
asks us to pick a word that vexes us, find its Indo-European root and write all
of its language, including synonyms etc, with the hopes that it would be the
starting point of a poem. I admit that this flummoxed me all day, picking at my
brain for a way to make this my own. The way I made it my own was simply to
invent a word.
offnerlz
adj.
1. a
feeling of discomfort (Indo-Elogian root: nerlz;
from the planet Elogia in the Quirkan Galaxy); 2. to be homesick; 3. to
be estranged; 4. to be uprooted.
synonyms: upsetting,
off key, painstruck, lonely, alienated.
antonyms:
comfortable; in one’s place; at ease.
Nerlz n.
1. a
city in Elogia that serves as an
outpost for travellers and migrants; the sole-surviving city of Elogia, the bulk of which was destroyed
when its two suns collided in the Great Battle of Solenia in 2305, burning all
of the planet but Nerlz;
2. fragment
or remainder;
3. secret;
4. refuge;
5. last
chance.
The
Epic of Nerlz, Last City of Elogia
Twas
the year 2305
after
the great battle
of
Solenia when our
two
suns collided &
all
who remained
were
the artists, bards &
balladeers,
their
children,
the children
of
their children & the
children
of their children’s
children,
you see Elogians
lived
for a long time until
the
Sun & the Sun one eon
crashed
& the sound was
the
most beautiful music
ever
heard so that the harpist
blind
& weakfingered with age
plucked
a tremulous echo
of
the sound that she heard
&
taught her children & her
children’s
children & the children
of
her children’s children to
play
the sound that destroyed
the
rest of the planet called Elogia,
Oh
Elogia, the balladeers wrote
words
for the harpists rendering
of
the sound that was made by
the
collision of two solar powers,
it
was a ballad that articulated
the
loneliness felt by survivors,
every
one of their glistening golden
tears
caught & used as ink by the
song
writers. spilling forth as music
melancholy
& jubilant
&
the painters tried to paint
the
colour, a most unusual
colour
that sparked from the
thrash
of light against light
they
crushed the purple insects
of
the sea against crimson rocks
&
added woad & droplets of sweat
from
the foreheads of all the remaining
Elogians
& in the churches the Nerlz-folk
chanted
in their solar-crash robes in the
dark
for there was no more sunlight
only
the hope brought by those who
came
to the remaining city of Elogia
looking
for a home
--
Thanks
to Amaranth Borsuk for this prompt, which I had fun with.
Play
along!
For those of you who are just joining us, The Found Poetry Review is celebrating National Poetry Month by offering daily experimental writing prompts from writers. I will be responding to them at poetic whim.
For those of you who are just joining us, The Found Poetry Review is celebrating National Poetry Month by offering daily experimental writing prompts from writers. I will be responding to them at poetic whim.
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