palindrome

Knock, Knock

The following is by Lorelle VanFossen, member of Writers in the Grove, inspired by Prompt: Scary Palindrome.

Goodbye, sleep.
Sound in the night.
Knock, knock.
It’s the rain.
Knock, knock.
Is it the wind
Knocking something over?
Is that the cat?
Knock, knock.
Is someone there?
Knock, knock.
Whose there?
Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.
Whose there?
Knock, knock.
Is someone there?
Knock, knock.
Is that the cat
Knocking something over?
Is it the wind?
Knock, knock.
It’s the rain.
Knock, knock.
Sound in the night.
Goodbye, sleep.

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Prompt: Scary Palindrome

In honor of Halloween, our prompt this week was another palindrome, a word, phrase, number of other sequence that reads the same way backward or forward. The twist? Write the lines out, make them tell a scary or spooky story, then reverse them for the second stanza.

For instance, write 10 lines, numbered one through ten, then write the next stanza with the same lines, ten to one.

Dancing in Water

The following was written by Writers in the Grove member, Lorelle VanFossen, inspired from the Prompt: Palindrome Meets Pantoum.

Giggles and grins
Droplets tinkle and fall
Sun flashes gold
Hands windmill
Droplets tinkle and fall
Splashing diamonds
Hands windmill
Dancing in water
Sun flashes gold
Dancing in water
Giggles and grins

Prompt: Palindrome Meets Pantoum

This week’s prompt is a palindrome, a word, phrase, number of other sequence that reads the same way backward or forward. Our prompt challenge limited us to 6 short lines, written forward then reversed, in the style of a pantoum, to complicate things.

Here are the specific instructions:

  1. Write six very short lines describing something, a thing, an event, a moment.
  2. Number each line 1-6.
  3. Rewrite them in the following order: 1, 2, 3, 4, 2, 5, 4, 6, 5, 3, 6, 1.
  4. See what happens.

As an example, and to push this even further, we took a line from several member’s attempt at this prompt and put it together into a single poem using the same line structure:

It is a misty moisty morning
In the merciful shade of a big elm,
Freezing cold, freezing snow,
the trees lost their zest.

Life is fits and starts of growth.
No mud flaps on my coffin.

In the merciful shade of a big elm
Life is fits and starts of growth.
The trees lost their zest.
No mud flaps on my coffin.

Life is fits and starts of growth,
Freezing cold, freezing snow.
No mud flaps on my coffin.
It is a misty moisty morning.