#Escapril

[doreenchloepoetry]

on rebirth

[languidspaniel]

just realized I put march instead of april, nevermind

escapril #19 - between my teeth

on Olivia from Twelfth Night

[two-bees-poetry]

the daisies and the drowned

days 5 and 6: nowhere town, apokatastasis

[trickstersaint]

an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024

[tongue-blisters]

so I gave some poetry a try, in the spirit of escapril. I won't be doing every day, but still felt like sharing this one.

[enzee-writes]

escapril day 6: apokatastasis

what do you do when you're taught that god would hate even the littlest part of you?

[apokatastasis refers to the restoration of all of creation to a state of perfection, even the damned]

[pigmentpoltergeist]

I thought I would give escapril a shot this year, using two-bees-poetry's prompt list. I will NOT be able to put something out every day, but I'm looking forward to having an excuse to get back into practice with poetry!

[lachrymose-lyricist]

Escapril: Week 1 (sonnet), Day 1 (my father taught me how)

This is my first month challenge, hosted by @two-bees-poetry. Also my first sonnet!

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Daily observations (where I'll identify strengths, weak points, and goals):

It's pretty scattered and weirdly paced since I was focusing on the meter and rhyme scheme, to be expected of a first try. I can't tell whether I did the volta decently, but I like my bird metaphors. Throughout this week, I hope to improve my focus on specific ideas and form stories more cogently.

I'll explore Petrarchan sonnets like these for the next few days and move on to Shakespearean sonnets.

I'm trying to keep the escapism theme in my poems this month.

[thepathetickind]

prompts for APRIL [02] #escapril2025

[shylarking]

Haiku

in the river's rush standing still is healing us made smooth by its touch

prompt: "____ as medicine"

[poemsonmars]

i am tired of being

afraid of everything.

i step into the fog

with open arms,

and it amazes me

how much it feels like rain.

i think i could drown myself

in anything if i really tried.

-mars

[mkaugustpoetry]

How many nights have I dreamt

Of holding you in my arms?

Keeping you safe and loved,

Comforting you.

How many nights have I dreamt

Of seeing your smile?

Your eyes a cloudy mystery to me

But the curve of your mouth

Real and true.

I thought maybe I had you for the briefest of days.

I thought I was learning the shape of your eyes

And the weight of your hand in mine.

But I'll go back to dreaming.

I'll keep dreaming of you each night.

[tongue-blisters]

for the seventh promt

[wheatfieldspoet]

as isaac, on the walk home

please, won’t you look at me, father? i can’t erase the memory                             of the surrender in your eyes if i keep staring at your back.

you held my hand as we climbed the mountain. i felt your pulse through my palm,               your grip tight against the sweat. God has called us, you said with urgency, yet       you took       your time       as we ascended.

i can’t remember what i feared more:                      the blade,                      the flame,                      or the aftermath.

who would have made the bigger sacrifice if there was no ram in the thicket— you? me?

or mother?

is there no test of faith more agonizing than to forgive?

but even in my final breath, i would have. i love you even though i may never understand it, if only you would tell me. i don’t ask for much—

father!       please.                             soothe my shivering. i’m afraid                      the next time                      i see a knife                                    i might think                                                                it’s                                                                              love.

— Jade A.

escapril day 3: eye contact

@adventurerswritingguild day 3: hand / god / knife

[pigmentpoltergeist]

[lachrymose-lyricist]

Escapril: Week 1 (sonnet), Day 2 (thesmophoria)

Hosted by @two-bees-poetry.

I may not upload tomorrow, as I am really busy. I'm hoping to upload it by Friday, though!

The Thesmophoria was an ancient Greek festival observed by only women over three days, during which they celebrated the harvest goddess Demeter and prayed for fertility. Some of its traditions include sacrificing piglets and insulting each other in good fun.

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Daily observations:

I think my form was better today, and the meter feels more comfortable. I was a bit lost about what to convey and how, and it ended up more string of broad ideas than cohesive story.

I know I wanted to explore Petrarchan sonnets more, but I figured Shakespeare's use of three quatrains would flow better with Thesmophoria's three days.

The theme of escapism isn't apparent, but you can kind of see it after the volta, which is between the penultimate and last stanzas.