CREATIVE DAYS

I took the stimulus of Medusa and tried, for the first time (in a very long time) to write a poem. And here’s what happened:

 

You made me this way, ugly, angry and mad
My hair full of snakes
A life full of mistakes
And now I am the one labelled as bad
Immortality now unappealing after the things I have seen
I roam this world alone,​
Adhering to your throne
As my skin, is slowly turning green.

Prometheus, my love, how my heart beats for you
The strength Of your mind
You are the only one of your kind
And now my hope is broken in two.

My being now defines me, I am truly a woman scorned
My breath now making a stench
My soul is now longing for something to quench
The longing left since the day infidelity dawned

Mocking our relationship, and the pieces didn’t fit
He fell for another woman’s touch
To him it didn’t seem much
So I’m sorry that I ever gave a shit

So now Prometheus, how is life treating you as stone?
The way you begged in your strife
Making promises of a new life
Now no talking, whispering, no ability to moan

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Very much so, work in progress. The rhyming pattern within the verses is a constant ABBA structure, a simple yet affective rythmic pattern that allows the piece to have pace.

– Iambic pentameter allows frequent, steady rhythm

– Stressed and unstressed syllables alternating allows a subliminal beat to the poem

THE NEXT STEP

Try OTHER poetic structures in breaks within the story. Add a sense of uncanny through the use of pattern in lyrics – is this achievable?