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In quarantine? Practicing social distancing? Just really want to stab Caesar? Welcome to the fourth annual Multifandom Poetry Fest, a prompt fest for poetry for all fandoms! Have fun, and if you want to promote it on your journal/tumblr/whatever, you can just copy the code in this box:

Rules

1) Leave a prompt in the form of fandom, characters or relationships, prompt. If you don’t want to specify the fandom or characters, you can say "any." One prompt per comment. Leave as many prompts as you like.

2) Reply to other people’s prompts with poems. The poems can be any length or form, or no form. Quality isn’t important--the point is to have fun, not to produce deathless works of art. (Any deathless works of art produced are just a bonus.)

FAQ

Q: I want to write a sonnet/haiku/villanelle/limerick, but I’m not sure how it goes.

A: You can find a good list of poetic forms and their structures here.

Q: Can I write fills without leaving any prompts, or leave prompts without writing any fills?

A: Go ahead!

Q: I want to fill a prompt, but someone else has already filled it.

A: That’s okay, prompts can be filled multiple times.

Q: I want to write explicit erotica, or a poem with potentially disturbing themes. Is that okay, and what sort of content do I need to warn for?

A: Sure, that's fine. Warnings are up to you, and choosing not to warn is okay too.

Q: Can I prompt/write original works?

A: Original works are a fandom! If you want, you can specify genre and character types while prompting, like so: original fantasy setting, female elf/female orc, next time I won't miss.

Q: I want to participate, but I don't have a dreamwidth account/I'm shy.

A: That's okay--anonymous posting is on.

Q: How long is the fest going to be running for?

A: Currently, I don't have any plans to close this post to comments--I figure we'll keep going until everyone gets bored and wanders off. I reserve the right to change my mind, though.

Q: Is there a collection on AO3 where I can post my poems?

A: Right here.

Q: I want to participate, but I suck at writing poetry.

A: Aww, you’re probably not as bad as you think. But even if you are, it really doesn’t matter--like I said, the main point is to have fun.

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From:

ilthit

Winter ends in the trickling of softest rain
With a bright sun low on a milky sky.
The scent of it, like a pang of forgotten pain,
still on the wind that's blowing by.
It never went away, that first spring breath
Repeated every year, as hard-packed snow
Lining dirty asphalt - recalling the new death
Of another year, another season's flow.

It will be there still, come that day
When my own last sigh will pass away.