Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Off-the-Cuff Poetry: Double Acrostic

I'm feeling lots of love and harmony in my universe today, mostly because my sweet friend and crit partner showered me with both on her blog today.  I hope you pop over to visit Jessica Bell today, to see first hand why such a talented writer is also an amazing friend.

I'm into Day #7 of the 15 For 15 contest at Writing.com.  Halfway there!  Each day, out of the 50 entries the contest judge chooses her five favorites as that day's "winners."  Top pick gets 1004 points, second gets 1003, and so on.  A scoreboard is updated every day.  If you miss two entries in a row, you're dropped from the competition.  At the end of the 15 days, the writer with the most accumulated points "wins."  (Prizes of the sites virtual tokens are awarded the first, second and third place winners.)  Of course, it's not about the points.  If you stretch your writing muscles, rising to the challenge every day and producing creative, inspired entries, you WIN.

That said, I won yesterday, earning 1004 points.  My entry follows, but first here's what I wrote for the current photo which will be judged today:

When I first saw it, I groaned.  I suck at fantasy writing.
I went the metaphor route, instead.

                                      Heinous  m ~ o ~ n ~ s ~ t ~ e ~ r   HatreD
                                      Asphalt black, arched back, winged warrioR
                                      Terrorizing, blow torched words; boiling anger-spA
                                      Rancor rooted in fearful heart    ~~   RaginG
                                      Extinguish your flaming snout! Spout no mO'
                                      Decide to love, even that which you have yet to learN


And here is yesterday's prompt. The squirrel in this photo is actually a Malabar Giant Sqirrel.  Lives in India.  Go figure! My entry is below.  

Miss Pamela Parrot, while grooming the long red feathers in her right wing, noticed movement below on the forest floor. She pulled her beak away and cocked her head so she could see better out of the facing eye.

What in tar-nation? she wondered.

A furry mass of vibrant blue and red scuttled to the base of a long-dead tree just opposite the tree Miss Pamela perched upon. Her pupil dilated and constricted, trying to better focus on it, as the thing climbed with lightening speed to the topmost nubs of broken trunk. It was only then that she could pinpoint what she was seeing.

"Little Scotty Squirrel? Is that you?"

Scotty Squirrel didn't answer. He stared straight ahead, whiskers twitching in concentration. At the same time the tip of his pink tongue snuck out the corner of his snout, he lifted three paws off his wooden perch. Wobbling wildly, he clamped his claws back down, righting himself before he tumbled into the airy void. Then, composed, he tried again.

"Scotty? Son, what are you doing there? And what's happened to your beautiful golden coat. Looks like someone tried to paint a canvas with your pelt!" She cackled at the thought.

Scotty almost lost his balance again and glared at Pamela. She eyed him again, and a thought dawned in her mind. Slowly, she lowered the leg tucked up against her breast and wrapped the talons around the branch, side-by-side with the other claw. Scotty seemed relieved and placed again all four of his paws on solid wood.

"I've come," he began, then cleared his throat. He began again. "I've come, Miss Pamela, to ask your hand in marriage."

Miss Pamela began to laugh, but caught herself just in time. Little Scotty's eyes were bright, hard. He was completely serious.

Miss Pamela tossed her head, then bowed it. Raising her eyes, she said, "I'm very flattered, Scotty. Honest, I am! But, dear, we are two very different species."

"But I love you!"

She stretched her wings, flapped them before refolding them at her sides. "You are the sweetest little thing! But we live different lives, eat different things. And besides, I'm so old, I remember when your great-great-great-great grandparents were born!"

Scotty Squirrel carefully stood on his two hind legs. A breeze threatened to topple him but he held fast. When he was sure of his balance, he looked up and into Miss Pamela's eyes. "It's okay. You aren't ready. I understand. I can wait...."

As he raced down the tree trunk headfirst, he wondered what on earth parrots ate...


Thanks so much for reading!  Have a fantastic day :D

    

                                

12 comments:

Hermana Maw said...

Congrats! And good luck today. I loved your entry with the dragon, so creative and vivid. :)

Carolyn V. said...

Woo hoo! Congrats on the win Nicole!
Your writing is so amazing.

Carolyn Abiad said...

Great work! And that's a natural color for a squirrel??? OMG! I think I would die if it jumped on my window. (I have one who likes to do that.)

Sarah Ahiers said...

i want that squirrel. And i'm with you, i've be feeling some great universe mojo this week. I hope it sticks around

Sarah Ahiers said...

*been. Not *be

Golden Eagle said...

Congratulations! :)

The dragon was so creative.

Matthew MacNish said...

Personally I love dragons, and don't consider them evil, well ... not all of them at least. But anyway I love your entry. So creative!

BK Mattingly said...

Congrats on winning! and your poem was really creative. Good luck with the rest of the days!

Shannon said...

Congrats on winning yesterday and for the shout out from Jess! Well deserved for both!

Jai Joshi said...

Love it! So cute, my heart went out to Scotty Squirrel.

The love and good vibes are well deserved, Nicole. Hugs and congrats!

Jai

Anonymous said...

Congrats, Nicole!

Your writing is amazing.

Jacqueline Howett said...

congratulations! Wow! that dragon is something else.