#isiaiowin goetry monday

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~Aziraphale's Flaming Sword~

Here's my poem for @isiaiowin's GOetry Monday prompt: Concrete! Let me say, this took soooo long to lay out! My hand is killing me! :D I really love the symbolism of the flaming sword in Good Omens, and how it's Aziraphale who gets to wield it. I posted earlier today with more thoughts about Aziraphale's sword if anyone's interested in reading more of my rambling xD Text under the cut:

Before the wild, unpredictable flames were tamed by humans, They adorned an ancient blade made for a guardian angel, Ever burning without a source of energy, as if by one's will alone Wisps licking at the air, emitting a heat that burns simply by proximity. To the peaceful guardian, it was a lifesaving gift, a tool for protection A symbol of the guardian's compassion and empathy for humanity Until it changed hands throughout the ages And its fire fueled the rage and violence and war Of those who would do harm to the world Causing devastation across time And yet, in the hands of a brave child That sword of fire and light and warmth Would defeat the evils of man when wielded with compassion and empathy.

[ineffable-xenanigans]

Por favor

A hot & spicy sonnet

(English below)

Aziraphale, por favor te lo pido: toma mi mano y besa mi mejilla, toma mi cuello y muerde mi barbilla, toma en brazos mi pecho aterecido.

Te estaría por siempre agradecido si moldeases mi cuerpo como arcilla y tus dedos arrancasen esa astilla que se hinca en mi pernil con un quejido.

Buscando las palabras necesarias me postro ante ti, rodillas al suelo, invocando tu nombre en mis plegarias.

Con tu agua bendita, extingue este fuego que me consume en furia luminaria; Aziraphale, por favor te lo ruego.

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Aziraphale, please, I ask of you: take my hand and kiss my cheek, take my neck and bite my chin, take into your arms my trembling chest.

I would be forever grateful if you molded my body like clay and your fingers dug up the splinter that sinks into my thigh with a moan.

Searching for the necessary words I prostrate before you, knees to the ground, invoking your name in prayer.

With your holy water, quench this fire that consumes me in luminary ire; Aziraphale, please, I beg of you.

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I couldn’t sleep, so I was scrolling on Tumbr at 4am (as one does) and got inspired by last week's GOetry Monday prompt by @isiaiowin, in which the word was favor and the form was a sonnet.

I wrote a lot of sonnets in Spanish as a teen, so it was fun to try again. Traditionally, Spanish-language sonnets have 11 syllables per line, and the lines are arranged into 2 quatrains and 2 tercets. The rhyming scheme for the first two stanzas is always ABBA ABBA, while the last two can vary (I went with CDC DCD, which is in my opinion the most iconic one).

Want some more GO Spanish poetry? Check this out! (edit: and also this 😘)

Tag list (let me know if you wanna be added!)

@snognes

🌶️: @goodomensafterdark

Image source: quiteunlikely.net/screencaps/displayimage.php?album=656&pid=417362

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Before the Arrangement

For this week's GOetry Monday challenge from @isiaiowin in the @goodomensafterdark writers guild.

Form: black out poetry

Theme: anything Good Omens related

Also on AO3

Before the Arrangement

It never really needed arranging.

Before the beginning,

you didn't cause waves

I was there

and after it

everything is different.

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Original text: 'It Was Never Really Different', from Ursula K. Le Guin's 'Always Coming Home'.

[isiaiowin]

GOETRY MONDAY : I'm in love with the shape of you.

Welcome to GOetry! A weekly poetry club.

Every Monday, you'll receive a new poetry prompt and have until the following Monday to submit your poetic creations. Come join the fun! Post your finished work under the #GOetry and tag me @isiaiowin so I can see your work.

Thank you for sharing all your beautiful haikus from last week’s prompt. They truly blew me away.

Gorgeous poetry

You share with us every week

Such a joy to read

The prompt of this week:

Form: Concrete (no, not Hell’s flooring)

Theme/word: 

Base the shape on something that reminds you of Good Omens. Let's skip the salt and pepper shakers 😅.

What Is a concrete poem:

A concrete poem is a form of poetry where the words form a meaningful shape connected to the content. In this style, the visual image takes precedence over the words themselves. The goal is to bend the words to fit the shape, rather than shaping the words around the text.

Example:

I really can't wait to see all your work. Have fun! ~ Moon 💚

@goodomensafterdark

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Beach

A haiku with the prompt „nature“ for GOetry Monday

@goodomensafterdark @isiaiowin

Sunrays seen through shards:

In your sea-glass-coloured eyes,

the changeable sea.

Inpired by this haiku by @angie-words

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Ok, so... ngk, I'm not a big fan of haiku. I guess I'm too unrefined to appreciate them. BUT, I'm having so much fun with the GOetry Monday that I've decided to give it a go! @isiaiowin

Form: haiku. Prompt: nature.

Raindrops in the sand

A wing flutters by my side

I watch life arise.

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Nightingales singing

Chimes of miracles and wind

To the world, my dear.

[angie-words]

For @isiaiowin's Monday GOetry prompt

Form: haiku

Theme: nature

Golden

Sunlight kisses me,

but with warmth a mere shadow

of your golden gaze

[sassysnakedemon]

Close

Okay, so this week's Good Omens GOetry Monday prompt (and I know I'm a bit late with this, but life and all that) was to write something inspired by another artist and present it to them as a gift. I chose @feiandart and the masterpiece fanfic 'My Sugar Baby Is A Piece Of Art. I am so in love with this fic - it has broken me, it has made me cry so hard I threw up, it has changed the way I see things. I'm about halfway through a second reading of it right now, and there's so much passion and pain, and it made me want to write. So here it is, hope you like it!

Hold me

Close, so close

My skin should be

Absorbed by your skin

My air should fill your lungs

Your eyes should see my view

Your ears should hear my songs

My blood should fill your heart

Pumping down the

Labyrinthine paths

Of your veins and arteries

When I eat, you shall consume

Wrap me up,

Take me in

Enfold me until

Until there is no beginning

And no end

Dream my dreams

Let what thoughts I have

Fire your neurons

Place my fears

In the drawers of your amygdyla

Overwrite my soul

With your own

Until I am but a tiny voice

You needn't head

Leave no marrow un-suckled

No niche unprodded

No organ undrained

Of the saps of life

Hold me

Close, so close

That we are one

That is you

@isiaiowin

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~Not Too Fast~

My poem for @isiaiowin's GOetry prompt: Cento, or "patchwork poem" that's made up of lines from another work. I included the page numbers from Good Omens to reference the lines I used. Crowley will slow down for his angel, and Aziraphale knows he's in safe hands :) Text under the cut:

A hundred and twenty miles an hour All over the world. It was a game. It was tremendous fun. Especially driving like that. Could be dangerous. Their eyes met.

There was a formality that had to be observed in all this. "You and me. Over the years. I don't think you need to go worryin'."

He stopped it with a glance. "You don't frighten me."

"Let's go somewhere warm."

No one stopped them.

[ineffable-xenanigans]

Lingering

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added!)

@snognes @good-omens-gallery @goodomensafterdark

What was I up to when ~The News~ dropped yesterday? Obliviously making this thing, of course!

It started out as something inspired by this week's GOetry Mondays prompt by @isiaiowin: blackout poetry!

Then I realized that it also kinda fits the theme of week 11 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined, and I don't have it in me to create anything else at the moment, so... 🙃

Little summary of how I made this:

I went to page 444 of my ebook copy of Good Omens (my favorite number is 8, but there was no page 888)

Took a couple screenshots

Created a quick draft of the poem on my phone

Switched to my computer to edit it properly

Doodled on the margins just for a bit of extra fun

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Ineffable divorce and engagement in two Spanish poems

I was inspired by this week's GOetry Monday prompt by @isiaiowin, in which the word was speechless and the form was a décima espinela (a traditionally Spanish 10-line poem with 8 syllables per line and the following rhyming scheme: ABBA ACCDDC).

Oh, and the poems came to me in the language in question (don't worry, I added English translations further down):

Esta tierra es un infierno; arrepiento confesarme desde el día en que mi ángel me abandonó por el cielo.

Una existencia fingiendo que lo nuestro no era amor. Fuimos un grupo de dos, nada dura para siempre, le deseé buena suerte, no cantaba un ruiseñor.

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Me dijo al arrodillarse y proponer matrimonio: “para un ángel y un demonio nunca es demasiado tarde”.

Ahora me hallo delante de sus dos manos que aman, de sus dos labios que hablan, de sus dos ojos angélicos, de los anillos tan célicos que me dejan sin palabras.

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This is Hell on Earth; I regret my confession ever since the day my angel abandoned me for Heaven.

A whole existence pretending that what we had wasn’t love. We were a group of the two of us, nothing lasts forever, I wished him good luck, no nightingales sang.

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He said as he knelt and asked me to marry him: “for an angel and a demon it is never too late”.

Now I find myself in front of his two loving hands, of his two speaking lips, of his two angelic eyes, of the celestial rings that have left me speechless.

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I'd like to gush here for a second about one of my favorite features of Spanish-language poetry, which has to do with the way we count the number of "poetic syllables" in a line.

Basically, we look at the last word in the line.

If the stress falls on the last syllable of that word, we add 1 to the syllable count.

If the stress falls on the second to last syllable, we don't change the syllable count.

If the stress falls on the third to last syllable, we subtract 1 from the syllable count.

There's more that goes into how we count poetic syllables (Wikipedia has a decent summary), but I love this particular feature so much that I made sure to include examples of all 3 cases:

+1 (stress on the last syllable): the lines ending in amor/dos/ruiseñor

±0 (stress on the second to last syllable): most other lines (since most Spanish words have this stress pattern)

-1 (stress on the third to last syllable): the lines ending in angélico/célico

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Oh, and I had a lot of fun making this illustration of their engagement rings. Aziraphale's is yellow gold with feather carvings, and Crowley's is white gold with scale carvings. The gemstones are sapphire and ruby respectively (did you know they are basically the same thing?), and are cut in a half-moon design, so that their rings fit together just like they do 💜

[ineffable-xenanigans]

Get thee behind me

Another dirty GO Spanish poem

(English below)

Toma posesión de mí vade retro atque ante muévete atrás y adelante oh serpiente del jardín.

Al pecado consentí desde que tú me tentaste toma posesión de mí vade retro atque ante.

Arremete contra mí sigue con tu amar constante no hay fuerza que yo no aguante una y mil veces pedí: toma posesión de mí vade retro atque ante.

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Just take possession of me vade retro atque ante move thyself back and forth O you serpent from the garden.

I have consented to sin since the day of your temptation just take possession of me vade retro atque ante.

Keep on battering against me keep up your constant loving there’s no force I can’t resist a thousand times I begged for it: just take possession of me vade retro atque ante.

I got possessed (heh) by this week's GOetry Monday prompt by @isiaiowin, in which the word is resist and the form is a rondel.

Wanna see Crowley poetically begging in Spanish instead? Here's some of that 😘

Tag list (let me know if you wanna be added!)

@snognes @naturallyteal @eybefioro

🌶: @goodomensafterdark

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An Oat Milk Latte You Can't Decline

For this GOetry Monday prompt

Form: tanka

Theme: an object in the Good Omens world

Also on AO3

the sweetened offer

a dash of almond syrup

bitter aftertaste

a reminder that freedom

was only an illusion

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The oat milk latte with a dash of almond syrup, and what it signifies to Aziraphale.

A reflection on liberty, Good Omens Heaven as a cult, and the almond tree as a biblical metaphor for god's watchfulness and the punishment of rebels.

@isiaiowin @goodomensafterdark

[isiaiowin]

GOetry - Black Out

Welcome to GOetry! A weekly poetry club.

Every Monday, you'll receive a new poetry prompt and have until the following Monday to submit your poetic creations. Come join the fun! Post your finished work under the #GOetry and don't forget to tag me @isiaiowin so I can see your work.

You can also add your work to the AO3 collection here.

Thank you who participated in last week's prompt. Such beautiful elegies were being shared and many brought tears to my eyes.

This week’s prompt:

Black out poetry.

What is black out poetry:

Blackout poetry is when you take a written piece of text from a book, newspaper, or magazine and redact words, in order to come up with your own poem. Make it as artistic as you like

Example: By Diana Adams:

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For this week's GOetry Monday prompt

Form: Concrete

A Cup of Cocoa

Full of soothing heat

and rich sweetness

A touch of spice, bitter and intense

What more could an angel ask?

@isiaiowin @goodomensafterdark

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Aziraphale Resists Temptation

A rondel poem with the subject “resist” for GOetry Monday, prompt by @isiaiowin

I absolutely cannot,

I really mustn’t!

Ogle you? I wasn’t!

Reach for you? I shall not!

Admit my condition? I will not!

Touch you? I durstn’t!

I absolutely cannot,

I really mustn’t!

Avaunt, demon, tempt me not!

Beat too loud? My heart doesn’t!

Been drawn closer to you, no, I wasn’t …

I resist your lure so hot…

I absolutely cannot…