Multifandom Poetry Fest 2021

[minutia_r]

Welcome to the fifth annual Multifandom Poetry Fest, a prompt fest for poetry for all fandoms! Have fun, and feel free to promote it on your journal/community/tumblr/discord server/whatever if you want. You can copy the code in this box wherever HTML applies:

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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, or a poem that spoils recent installments of canon (or make a request for the same). Is that okay, and what sort of content do I need to warn for?

A: Sure, that's fine. Warnings are considerate and appreciated, but they're also up to the discretion of the individual poster. Consider this a warnings-optional space and read at your own risk accordingly.

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.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Original Work, male claimant lawyer/male defendant lawyer, estoppel

Estoppel, Original Work, lawyer/lawyer

[lonelylord]

That statement doesn't match.
Are you sure about that?
Don't confuse the court.

My client is sorry.
Meet me after adjournment,
I'll buy you a beer.

Re: Estoppel, Original Work, lawyer/lawyer

[(Anonymous)]

Awww, thank you :)

[(Anonymous)]

Snooker RPF, Stephen Hendry/Ronnie O’Sullivan

[elleth]

Critical Role, Caduceus Clay, alone so long

[minutia_r]

With the caveat that I'm only up to episode 68, so I'm sorry if this is contradicted by anything that comes later:

Those years, I never really was alone.
How could I be, when in the woods around
A thousand creatures swarmed beneath each stone
The families sprouted new life from the ground
The midges' hum, the wind's breath through the leaves
Were words for Her to whisper in my ear
Her presence clear to one who still believes.
So season after season, year by year
My siblings left. I waited for a sign.
She sent one: grieving, angry, hurt and scared
And needing help from me. The Mighty Nein
Inspired me to do what I'd not dared
And showed me what I never would have known:
Until then, I had really been alone.

[elleth]

Ahhh, Minutia, this is wonderful, thank you! I can almost hear Caduceus reading this. The cadence and everything fits him so well, and the sentiment is A+ and so close to canon. Keep this poem in mind when you come to episode 75 (and then a more recent one, but that's still quite a ways down the road for you) when he talks to Fjord.

(Also, oh gosh, you are in such an intense moment of the campaign, aaaah.)

[elleth]

DnD, female Eladrin Bard/female Half-Orc Cleric, peace

[minutia_r]

Peace is all I ever prayed for
Till you came into my life
Peace is what you were not made for

Till I heard the tunes you played for
Me, wild skirling pipe and fife
Peace is all I ever prayed for

Shall Her teachings be betrayed for
A spirit born for joy and strife?
Peace is what you were not made for

We kissed in meadows all arrayed for
Spring--red cress, purple loosestrife
Peace is all I ever prayed for

But love cannot be bought or payed for
Nor chosen. Though my doubts are rife
Peace is what you were not made for

If I'm the one you draw your blade for--
I'll be your peace. You be my knife
Peace is all I ever prayed for
Peace is what you were not made for

[elleth]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh????? I wish I had a more coherent response, but right now it's all gonna be emotional yelling over how great this is! Thank you! ♥

[kiraly]

Aaahhhhhhh it's them!!!!! The repeating lines so perfectly capture their relationship dynamic; Ivrun who only wants peace, and Jazz who wouldn't know what to do with peace if she had it, somehow making things work.I love this so much!

[the_leaky_pen]

oh wow oh wow, this is GORGEOUS. I'm deeply envious of anyone who can successfully write a vilanelle and this is fantastic. The rhythm is so good here, too.

[scytale]

This is dazzlingly romantic and I ship it! I love the detail of the meadow and oh, "I'll be your peace. You be my knife". :D

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

I love villanelles. Great job!

[lonelylord]

Original Work, Wizard/Knight, spellbound

[minutia_r]

I catch a knight within my net
Of winding words and spinning sounds
Her struggles bind her straiter yet
My wily will wraps her around

To winding words and spinning sounds
Sharpened steel has no reply
When wily will wraps me around,
Yielding, we see eye to eye

Sharpened steel is no reply
Her own words make her power ebb,
Yielding, we see eye to eye
This wizard wrapped within my web

[lonelylord]

I love the shift in the poem. This is absolutely wonderful! Thank you!

[hamsterwoman]

Ooh, I like how the poem turns right at "reply" and then sort of wraps around on itself, and the way the repeated lines interweave between the stanzas, like the web/net -- what a neat choice of structure!

[pomesftw]

Stargate Atlantis/any character/surviving the Wraith

[mific]

I've always liked the idea of Ronon having been a poet in his youth, before the army.


Sateda Lives While Any Sons Survive (or, Ronon discovers the villanelle)

Sateda lives while any sons survive,
Or any daughters the Wraith could not kill.
My name is Ronon Dex and I'm alive.

My world fell prey to a destroying Hive,
Yet we few who remain elude them still.
Sateda lives while any sons survive.

Hunted by Wraith I only knew to strive,
To run, to hunt, a thing of blood and will.
My name is Ronon Dex and I'm alive.

Who knows if time and healing can revive
My scattered people: broken, beaten, ill.
Sateda lives while any sons survive.

Wraith tracked me seven years, trying to drive
Me mad, predators hunting for a thrill.
My name is Ronon Dex and I'm alive.

Now I have friends, a team, a place to thrive,
I hone my knives, my sword, my guns, my skill.
Sateda lives while any sons survive.
My name is Ronon Dex and I'm alive.

[minutia_r]

The Unspoken Name, Tal Charossa, self-care

[hamsterwoman]

Gold-daubed cliffs, stained glass water, sand
Silver-salt, and above, sea-birds wheeling.
Children's laughter; a drink in hand...
No hard feelings.

Watching the sea-waves' swell,
Dancing kelp briefly hidden from view;
Sipping peace, sweet and chill: Farewell --
And fuck you.

(I love Tal, he's such a mess - but I was glad he got that one moment of peace at the end.)

[minutia_r]

Nirvana in Fire, Marquis Yan, honor and reputation

"Bitterness", 5 shadorma stanzas

[the_leaky_pen]

Bitterness
collects through the years —
what though I
sit from year
to year collecting merits
for my piety?

In our youth,
we three were heroes,
sworn brothers —
what though our
arms won you a land to rule?
What did you fear then —

that you were
led so easily
to kill your
general
and his reputation too?
His name is silent.

I live now
in the ashes of
my honor.
I can hope
my son will be my better,
better worth our name.

Mei Changsu
asks, Are you willing?
How can I
tell him that
my own silence grinds me down?
How could I say no?

[llonkrebboj]

Nirvana in Fire, Any, Spring Summer Autumn Winter