APRIL 5, 2014 The Golden Moment

NaPoWriMo PROMPT:  Today I challenge you to write a “golden shovel.” This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. You can read Brooks’ poem by reading the last word of each line of Hayes’ poem! (In fact, you can do so twice, because Hayes, being ultra-ambitious, wrote a two-part golden shovel, repeating Brooks’ poem). Now, the golden shovel is a tricky form, but you can help keep it manageable by picking a short poem to shovel-ize. And there’s no need to double-up the poem you pick, like Hayes did. 


The Golden Moment

    After a poem by Terrance Hayes, “The Golden Shovel”


It was there in the meadow with jugglers and fire eaters that we

Met, sparking with the jingle of my coin wrapped hips not knowing real,


Not knowing if it was the flirt of a breeze, gone by evening’s cool,

Or did the yearning of our bodies pull us into we.


That place of union where hearts flutter open and we are left

Breathless, believing it might be more, it might be life’s school


Of passion giving us a spring break so we

Could escape the playground, the barkers and pranksters to lurk


Beneath willows, talking, teasing, yearning until the moon is late.

Even now with lips pressing warm, we


Do not know the future of lust but only the strike

The hard core need going straight


To our loins, spinning with desire and fear, we

Step back, caution whispering from the campfire sing


Where they will not judge us if we follow sin.

We link hands, join the others, shy now.  We


Separate, walk casually, feeling the thin

Link still dazzling like sunshine on gin.


Not tonight, she thinks.  Not tonight, he thinks. We

Is not yet born, in the jazz,


Of relationship where months may all seem like June

The arrival of summer, thin dresses and fast cars where we


Know we will not die

But grow from passion to compassion soon.


                C.J. Prince


APRIL 4, 2014 Lunacy

PROMPT:  optional prompt is to write a lune. A lune is a sort of English-language variation on the haiku, meant to better render the tone of the Japanese haiku than the standard 5-7-5 format we all learned (and maybe loved) in elementary school. There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem.

Three three-line verses seemed appropriate.



He thinks lunatic.

Still she steps beyond shadows,

Licks a moonbeam.


Who else will

Answer her mournful midnight hoot

But the owl?


How can she

Face morning, the harsh glare

Without night flight?


C.J. Prince



THE PROMPT:  (as always, optional) prompt. In keeping with today’s status as the third day of NaPoWriMo, I challenge you to write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station. 




Charm for a Broken Heart

Gather the blink of a white tiger’s eye,

The brush of a midnight breeze,

The wag of an old dog’s tail,

The dive of a red hawk,

The tear of a crone,

Steep for fourteen moons

And swallow.

                                C.J. Prince