Today's prompt was an almanac one; to answer this questionnaire and compose a poem with the results! (I answered as quick as I could - one word answers and maybe skipped a few!)
Almanac Questionnaire
Weather: sun and showers
Flora: sweet pea, bluebells
Architecture: Baroque
Customs: existential
Mammals/reptiles/fish: monkeys
Childhood dream:
Found on the Street: dispensary
Export:opium
Graffiti: love rules
Lover: poet
Conspiracy: theory
Dress: flamboyant
Hometown memory:
Notable person: loner
Outside your window, you find: flowers
Today’s news headline: believe the hype
Scrap from a letter: goodbye
Animal from a myth: tiger
Story read to children at night: fairytale
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: monkeys
You walk to the border and hear: birdsong
What you fear: night fevers
Picture on your city’s postcard: wish you were here/Wonderland
Flora: sweet pea, bluebells
Architecture: Baroque
Customs: existential
Mammals/reptiles/fish: monkeys
Childhood dream:
Found on the Street: dispensary
Export:opium
Graffiti: love rules
Lover: poet
Conspiracy: theory
Dress: flamboyant
Hometown memory:
Notable person: loner
Outside your window, you find: flowers
Today’s news headline: believe the hype
Scrap from a letter: goodbye
Animal from a myth: tiger
Story read to children at night: fairytale
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: monkeys
You walk to the border and hear: birdsong
What you fear: night fevers
Picture on your city’s postcard: wish you were here/Wonderland
Almanac (Of the Here and Now)
In this flamboyant dispensary
of fairytales, you will find monkeys
and birdsong, bluebells and night fevers.
Taken all wrong, a lethargic seizure.
of fairytales, you will find monkeys
and birdsong, bluebells and night fevers.
Taken all wrong, a lethargic seizure.
My Baroque self a shambles, sweet peas
overrun. Love rules, believe the hype.
The tiger's goodbye a praise song
of opium light.
overrun. Love rules, believe the hype.
The tiger's goodbye a praise song
of opium light.
It is always April here, budding hopes
and sun showers, floriferous thoughts.
The loner rejoices at the song
of a sky in its evening wear of gold.
and sun showers, floriferous thoughts.
The loner rejoices at the song
of a sky in its evening wear of gold.
Here is the mark, here is the place.
Existential theories on overload.
Wonderland awaits; embrace the pace.
Wish you were here... maybe, or not.
Existential theories on overload.
Wonderland awaits; embrace the pace.
Wish you were here... maybe, or not.
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