Reality is an industrial nightmare. The Queen modeled her reign by posing her crustaceous cranium wielding the sun; red and powerful. Nothing works like it should. All she cares about is our is the appearance of power. What is power anyway? The news came on and another ad for industrial vents… large metal, cold and uncaring. The heat is unbearable. This place is arid and hot. No one covets the sun anymore. Then the old man came…have you ever heard of rain?
Here’s my epic poem ekphrastically inspired by Cam’s “It Came From Outer Space.” It’s a form I’ve been playing with wherein I write three haiku (technically senryu, if you’re nasty) on a theme. Along the way, the goal is that if you take the last line from each “stanza” it creates it’s own three line poem.
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Reality is an industrial nightmare. The Queen modeled her reign by posing her crustaceous cranium wielding the sun; red and powerful. Nothing works like it should. All she cares about is our is the appearance of power. What is power anyway? The news came on and another ad for industrial vents… large metal, cold and uncaring. The heat is unbearable. This place is arid and hot. No one covets the sun anymore. Then the old man came…have you ever heard of rain?
Wowww this passage sucked me right in!
It Came from Outer Space:
Black plague with bird masked doctors wielding staffs to orchestrate the cleanse.
Parading through the stars, unaware of the being above.
Tentacles reaching, light green casting a glow beneath, breathe.
Where do we go from here?
“Where do we go from here?” Ooooh! I love this Nina!!
Here’s my epic poem ekphrastically inspired by Cam’s “It Came From Outer Space.” It’s a form I’ve been playing with wherein I write three haiku (technically senryu, if you’re nasty) on a theme. Along the way, the goal is that if you take the last line from each “stanza” it creates it’s own three line poem.
Three sets of 5-7-5, and a bonus 5-5-5 poem!
We had our own plague,
And they brought us another.
A glowing terror.
We had no warning.
Vast tentacled diving bells,
Descending on us.
It was far too late,
The moment it had begun.
We met our new gods.