You know I didn’t wash up on the beach
like some vacant conch shell, emptied out inside
and full of nothing but dead wind. No, no ocean
crackles and snarls inside them, those amplifier ears,
those calcium and protein chests – blow the wind through them
and the music will come. But I am music. I am
wind. My woven witchery has been inside the soul of this island
since time could count and men could be slain
by its clock-hand blades.
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Writer’s Island #3: The Key
dropped off behind like a forgotten soul
the key, a jagged edge glint of gold
teeth turned towards the surf and
resting in the sand under the glaring noon
shadow voices ride the wind
skimmed from the surface of the ocean
they pour into my ears and
curl up inside
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News Update: New Prompt Sites and a New Blog
Hello readers,
I wanted to make sure that you were aware of three new writing communities that have arisen in the wake of Read Write Poem closing down:
- We Write Poems, which is comprised of several former Read Write Poem community members — I’ll be a regular contributor for prompts and articles
- Writer’s Island, which has been reopened by former Read Write Poem community member Rob Kistner
- Big Tent Poetry, also comprised of some former Read Write Poem community members — here there will be weekly prompts as well as mini-challenges
Also, I should mention that I have opened a second blog, Woman With Asperger’s. I began this blog as a way to share my experiences with being a woman with Asperger Syndrome, to communicate with others like me, and to chronicle my journey in understanding it an other autism spectrum disorders. I will be posting very minimal poetry there, and in most cases will try to link back to Raven’s Wing Poetry. You don’t have to be an Aspie to visit — come on over and take a look around!
-Nicole
Departure
This was actually written for three prompts: Poefusion’s Title Tuesday (“Stung by the Splendor of Sudden Black”), Writer’s Island (“Farewell”), and Simply Snickers (use the words “standing” and “still”). I wrote this entirely in American Sentences. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Stung by the splendor of sudden black, I failed to
bid farewell to you. Nothingness erased the
last still frame where you stood and painted it
black. I called your name, but Silence devoured my
cries into its belly. An obsidian wall separated life
and death – and therefore, us.
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Truth
This was written for the Matinee Muse “Avenge” prompt on Writer’s Island. This is a lune. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Blood for blood
is a pointless, miserable exchange -
no one wins.
Written 6/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Reticence
This was written for the Matinee Muse prompt “Guardian” on Writer’s Island…and as a poetic reaction to “Stranger” and “To The Stranger”. Since I wrote the first two poems, I wondered how the mysterious big city import would respond to the speaker…and wrote this as his response in a hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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division -
my heart
cleaved in two
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To the Stranger
This was written for the Curiosity prompt on Writer’s Island and as a continuation of Stranger, written last week. This is a reverse hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I want to
read the
books
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Roses
This was written for two of this week’s Writer’s Island prompts (Coercion and Awakening) and was inspired by this post on The Diva Muse’s Blog (allthingsbootylicious.com) as well as experiences from my own adolescence. I wrote this in a hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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He Can Never Know
This is another poem for Writer’s Island – I decided to take their other two prompts of transformation and alter ego and write one poem for both of them. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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He can never know. He can never know
the face behind this mask I wear; I’ve made
my choice and with it I must now live. I
can never give away that I was once
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Raven Mocker
This is a response to a Writer’s Island prompt, “superstition”. I chose to write about raven mockers, a kind of wizard/witch/evil spirit in Cherokee mythology. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I come for
the souls of the dying;
for they are
my only sustenance.
I can smell impending death
from far away.
What you consider
stench is incense to me,
sweet and toxic;
guard your dying
well, for I seek their
hearts for food.
I take the
form of Raven so that
I am not victim
myself, for scavengers
are not the stuff of
other creatures’ sustenance.
Beware me: I
live long from the strength
of your souls;
For I am
Raven Mocker, and I seek
out your dying.
Written 6/16/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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