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GUEST ODOP: untitled

Lelo’s unenviable prompts were “hobbitlike” and “Bury me?”

Unwrap my pale and feeble arms
Undim the lights, unchain the hound
Remove the burglar alarms
Put down the silverware you’ve found

I had a rival for my crown
He raised an army, set his mark
They schemed and sought to bring me down
And, hobbitlike, I feared the dark

They always coveted my things
As I sat fuming in the hall
My fine attire, my jeweled rings
At last, I caved: destroyed them all

I took the measure of this land
I doubt that even I was free
And now, kind soul, my last command:
Pick up a spade and bury me.

Copyright 2010 Lelo

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GUEST ODOP: We have no prairies

When we burned through our word-and-question prompts, we turned to the exercise of finding first lines of pre-existing poems and then submitting those lines to each other. I gave Lelo “We have no prairies” from Seamus Heaney’s “Bogland,” and you can see what she made of it by clicking here (mature readers only).

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GUEST ODOP: untitled

This prompt was “mayhap” and “Would she be able to finish it?” I’ve seen it myself; most of Lelo’s Tolkienesque-versed response was covered in scribbles and vicious X-outs. The one stanza that survived the bloody purge follows.

Imprisoned cooks prepared each meal
With onions, raisins, apple peel
And what was more, the flesh they tore
From those who could no longer feel.

Copyright 2010 Lelo

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GUEST ODOP: Perfect Woman

Today we host Lelo’s work from our poetry prompt exercise. Lelo received the unenviable prompts “slippers” and “Should one cut down a poisoned tree?”

He has waited, all his life, it seems
for a perfect woman to write poetry for
She approaches and he snags her,
dark and lovely thing,
woos her with jewels and chocolates,
wraps her tight in a white dress
pearls too heavy for that slender neck
a suffocated smile
takes her to the coast of Ireland
(what he always wanted)
sitting on the rocky beach and
sonnetizing to her, who gazes back
with a peculiar look in her eyes
and all he sees is love

She likes his curly hair
but not his overwrought verse
(reminds her of a former stalker)
one honeymoon night, still determined to appreciate him,
she hears his drunken sleep-talk
how he expects seven children at the least
Damn you, says the disgusted wife —
he never asked what kind of family she wanted
and now that tree is poisoned forever
she fells it swiftly
and takes her slippers with her.

Copyright 2010 by Lelo

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