An Australian Fantasy Author
From the concept in my post Tuesday Discussion I spoke about having a prophecy in books. How it can be used as a foreshadowing technique or outline the plot for a chosen one.
I wrote a prophecy for my current novel. After doing some research and discussion I am confused whether I should or not.
Here it is below, please comment and let me know what you think. Whether it should be included, if it needs some tweaking or remove it.
It’s that time of the week again – S.S.S.
If you missed last week, here it is.
I want to get people involved, if we can get enough traffic, hopefully some cash prizes can be organised – to make it more interesting.
In the meantime, I will continually post the rules and my stories each week.
Word Limit: up to 500 words/ 5 stanzas
Genre: Author’s choice (including poetry)
The idea behind it is to think outside your major project or genre. Being completely absorbed by the one project/ theme seems daunting and frustrating. I feel it could be like music; you can love classical but listen to a bit of rock to make you appreciate the finer melodies.
Here is a poem from a bus-stop bench’s perspective I wrote today.
Enjoy.
The one ring around her finger,
my heart upon her limb.
Unable to remain dormant,
our love slowly expands.
A poem I wrote during my existential crisis during university. Enjoy.
Is concern empty,
Or a means to do good?
Keep us locked in the woods,
from the truthful unseen.
Is it our way,
to break right from wrong?
A simple impasse to hinder the strong,
each night and day.
Construction of thought;
we test what is told
and all that is taught.
To find what we hold,
is endlessly fraught,
till we grow old.
#DWTSmith #nihilism
I watch the moon through the window;
sitting alone is a bad habit of mine.
Too many thoughts and floorboards creaking.
I stare at the white full-moon.
Lamington sky and an empty house beneath
my grandparents house. Built by them
and raised my mother and uncles.
In my memories they still live in there.
Christmas puddings shared along the long supper table,
a glow in the kitchen and living room.
Grandchildren laughing and running through rooms,
Parents talking in knitted jumpers, sipping brandy and wine.
A creak in the floorboard interrupts,
the house fades to black.
Black to staring at
the white full-moon.
#DWTSmith #fullmoon
Writing different forms of poetry tests your ability to write. Just like my other post with short stories; it’s writing outside your comfort zone.
Here is a villanelle, for those who don’t know what a villanelle poem is:
Sitting with a bottle in my hand,
watching the woman I love
fall for another man.
In early Spring,
fresh emerald, darkens and deepens
and tints of purple-maroon,
stretch along the horizon.
