the chronicles were written on the quiet call.
As they buried their feet in pyramids,
formulating mathematical configurations.
Meanwhile … down a tunnel,
the dark-haired girl who drank
from five silver chalices
had chosen to live in a slaughterhouse …
observing the madness of the gods.
She contacted an uprising for the western
American front to put a coup d'état in position,
where there once existed buildings
with barriers to protect from the hornets’ nest.
Maybe she could find out
who kicked it after all.
process notes:
(a very drafty poem that needs some work)
I used these following titles to write this poem:
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest: Stieg larrsonSlaughterhouse-Five: Kurt Vonnegut
The Martian Chronicles: Ray Bradbury
All Quiet on the Western Front: Erich Maria Remargue
Dune: Frank Herbert
American Gods: Neil Gaiman
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That was one of the best mash-ups I ever read! Cool!
ReplyDeleteRJ a mash-up it is, lol!
ReplyDeleteIt does need some work:)
Thanks girl!
I enjoyed it...never seen this concept used in a poem before!
ReplyDeleteI may have to try it myself :)
You have just put a food processor in my brain!
ReplyDeleteYou say it is a very drafty poem; it certainly put the wind up me!
Great draft - and great titles! Glad you gave it a try.
ReplyDeleteThat was cleverly done. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I could feel all those voices mixing up and becoming your story to tell..and I definitely want to hear more about the 'dark-haired girl who drank from five silver chalices'..that is such a tantalising thought..Jae
ReplyDeletecomplex story in simple form,
ReplyDeletewell done.
You should try it Abigail.
ReplyDeleteIt has some interesting results.
Oldegg thanks, but it is drafty.
ReplyDeleteGlad you did Anthony.
ReplyDeleteI think I will work on that, jaerose.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jingle!
ReplyDeleteDonna, thanks for the prompt:)
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