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Multifandom Poetry Fest 2023
Welcome to the seventh 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.
prose poem diptych <3
We both know that Eden is bliss. Eden is for the sheltered perfect, the wanting for nothing, the ideal, the safe, the precious. Eden is for the ignorant, but we were both wise long before the apple tree even took root. You were born so far above me and I stared up at the moon until you fell right down to the Earth, the cruel below where I lived, slithering along the dirt. Your little starry eyes were pitiful sparks when I found you. I picked you up and patched your bones. You strengthened your tiny fingers and grew your sharp spine. You soon towered above me and yet still, I, cast out of God’s light, found myself betraying you. It was easy to hurt you, despite it all. You, in His image. You, capitalized in your own godliness (godlessness). You, made of love and pain. You, master, with Your claws dug into the scruff of my neck— You. You. You. It’s all for You. I have never been myself; I have always been For You. I, Lucifer-Saboteur, was born to meet you. I am up to no good when it comes to You, and I will no longer hesitate to attack. Not for God, not for Eden, not for Love— for You, and only You, I will attack. I am a quiet reckoning. Eden grew so I could burn it down for You. I will crash through the barrier and carry you into Heaven.
Now, place Your hand on my head, and tell me: Attack.
ESTOCADA
My love is so big and so bright. My love is terrifying. Violent and unrelenting, dangerous, barbed, poison-tipped. But you. You with your jade eyes and your marble-hard patience, you with jaded years— you’ve never folded under it. Silence, you’ve given in droves. Frustration, you frustrate me to the ends of the Earth. I have pushed you to every cliff’s edge and I have yet to make you buckle, and that is why you’re stuck with me. I am the roses and the brambles from the garden, softly settled in your hair and pin-pricking holes into your pressed garments. I have burrowed into your skin and wriggled into your rib cage, just like you’ve wedged yourself in mine. I’m aiming between your shoulder blades. My veins are twisted up with yours. You’ve leaked into every scar I have; the love you’ve imprinted onto me is quiet, intrinsic. You’ve preserved my petals, preened my thorns. You’ve scorched my Earth, burned down my walls of ivy and broken all of my ribs. Forked tongue and fangs, howling at a frequency only I can hear— oh, you’re such a tempter.
I’m wringing your neck with this diamond band. I’m wrapping this leash around your pulmonary artery. You’ll never be free of me. You’ll see me, you’ll breathe me, until my love finally kills you. I will have the last laugh, the softest sigh, when I lay beside you in our casket.
Re: prose poem diptych <3
Re: prose poem diptych <3