Multifandom Poetry Fest 2022
Jul. 7th, 2022 06:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Welcome to the sixth 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:
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 prompt 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: Are the fills I write considered to be gifts to the prompter?
A: Only if you and the prompter want them to be! Otherwise feel free to treat the prompt simply as inspiration.
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.
Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-07 11:41 pm (UTC)Your house is a house of travelers
A house of many rooms and many windows; climb the stair
Throw open the shutters to the cold
Song fades below
Fires burn slow
The time for poetry is long past over
Look out, past frost-stark branches
Past river deep, past sheltered dale
The night is waiting
And there, in eastern sky, a rising star
Bright, bright, and distant
Free from Shadow’s hand
Slow only when observed from where you are
He never tarried, Bilbo’s mariner
Yours is a house of travelers
.
They will venture soon from out your door
They will carry hope with them, and doom
A sword once-broken, weapons from a tomb
And the spring-born love of Evenstar
Grown strong in summer
They will go to war
And you, Half-elven
You will watch them go
.
The flame of Elendil climbs the dome of the sky
Small only from the ground
Untouchable only from far away
The cold stings
The Shadow gathers
The trees are bare
And you are far away, and old
Who once was young
Undying, who once was mortal
Your hands on the windowsill folded
Your face upturned towards your star
Should it sweep down
Should the final battle call it home
Should it arc swift over fields you know
You would see what your traveler’s heart has never forgotten:
Not light, but white prow, wave-splitting
And silver sails – yes, you know their shape still
And the shape of a seabird’s wings in western sky
There has always been a highest window to watch from
And winter is the season of remembrance
.
These things call: a jewel, a king’s hand
A distant land
The sky, the sea
The straightest road was never home to thee
Re: Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-08 02:47 am (UTC)I especially like these lines -- they feel fitting to a Tolkien-verse poem:
Not light, but white prow, wave-splitting
These things call: a jewel, a king’s hand
Re: Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-08 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-08 02:45 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-08 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-09 12:56 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Elrond
Date: 2022-07-09 10:42 pm (UTC)