The prompt given by the official NaPoWriMo site: something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an
“Oh, blushing nips of cherry sweet
Glancing through the blossom red
What is it that the whispering winds
In your maiden spring ears sing?
Does he my daughter in her pleated
Cream pinafore delight to see?
How the children void of grief
In the moment’s merry glee?
The coy cuckoo its mate summons,
Dear breeze, his love to her do carry
And while you through the meadows blow,
At the weaver’s nest do pause.
From the glen as you return
The acorns taste from squirrels’ barrow.
Do you, oh see, how lovely this scene
That blossoms fresh in moments young?
When twenty years long shall pass
And I, grey locked, to amble start,
Would you, this spring day’s symphony scatter
To whose to whom this time is past?”
“Gnarled stubs of branches bare
Whitherto your vivid blossoms left?
What does the raucous winter winds
In your age-worn ears rasp?
Is it about the mourning yards,
Where once my cream pinafore swayed?
Or of the children who enchanted
In moments now vanished long?
The lone cuckoo to winter pipes
Her serenade through dried meadows flow
Where once tapestries of twigs thrummed
With life, now memory subtle sleeps.
Tell me, what happened to squirrels that ere
Their acorns sealed from your eager taste?
You who born long past still live
Though thousands your frail man-friends forgotten.
Now leagues have crossed the wings of time,
Where once my mother stood I stand
What news from a yonder spring day past,
Of things gone twenty years, do you bring?’’
The prompt from my writing group – Mycaptain : Science
The laws of gravity drift in memory
The carpet of arcane theorems once learnt
My mind in thrall, their momentum hold
Yet, wanders the adamant heart.
‘No,’ remarks the laws, ‘the bodies
With a mass, massive alone attract’
And yet somehow her slender form
My polarity to herself draws.
The chemistry in shadows lay,
The cause unknown, effects uncared for.
The serenade of my silent heart
These impulses that science can’t explore.
Oxytocin, they will caption this,
Oh, but you have to feel this soul song she stirs.
Then you’ll know that even in death,
Castrated from my chemicals, her love I’ll seek.
Some force lying half – awakened
Some force mightier than gravity whispers,
That here is a disease no medic may dispel
Here is a sickness bringing rapture abound
Rapture and joy that endorphins haven’t felt,
For the yearning heart in amor,
ever elusive to science will remain.
I am inviting you all to join me in this venture. You can use either or both the prompts, but make sure you tag me XD.
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