I have not done this before, poetry prompt or otherwise, so setting myself up for a challenge.
The task is this:
That is why this week I would like to task you with writing a poem that includes a Latin proverb.
I was completely stumped on this, not knowing Latin at all, so the sweet Oloriel, who is such a wonderful writer, gave me this lovely prompt as in her own words:
Yes, free verse, any length you like! 😀 We use many of the original Latin proverbs in nowadays language, we jsut translated them😀
Now, on with the show! How do you feel about this one:
Cave ab homine unius libri – Beware of the man who only read one book. 😀
My response was:
oh good grief..haha..oh my. erm well yes alright, I shall try it, oh my….faints!!!!!
So there we, go ….
Beware the man who only reads one book ~ Cave ab homine unius libri
‘Tingaling ling’ went the dusty ridden bell above the library door
‘Clang a lang lang’ went the echo as summer silk skirt met closing worn egress
Nostrils flared inhaling wise worn leather and vanilla from decaying books
Young pink coated fingernails left a telling trail walking over dust covered shelves
as light feet seemed to glide over floor boards that still creaked announcing the customers arrival.
Cornsilk hair framed around angelic face as sapphire blue eyes searched inquisitively
Curved glossy lashes batted a moment in shyness as solitary customer stood before unattended man
Enchanting tones almost mystical, akin to a common loon trilled off naive tongue as words said were
“Sir I am searching words to keep me entranced, would you share with me what you read in such magestical looking book?”
Thick set fingers with bulbous joints twitched over heavy embossed cover of cherished book upon disturbance
One hand lifted removing pipe, leaving a snakes trail of smoke that seemed to radiate torwards the youth
“There are many to enchant yet it is but only one I read, are you sure you would care to see?”
Wirey hair hair housed on chin and head seemed ghost like in transparency as head lifted to look upon the girl
She smiled, an affirmation, he nodded giving a great sigh almost melancholy yet eyes betrayed something of a glimmer
Thumb slid between heavily adorned pages, flipping it open, just a mere sketch of a girl upon a meadow
Angelic eyes opened wide, “it’s so bare” she whispered, as urge came upon forefinger, tracing ink lines so bereft
“Not now” came almost muted voice as colour vividly splashed and filled forlorn spaces, he was once more left in peace.
It is always to show a new side to one’s attempt at something. I don’t know what ‘style’ of poetry mine would fit in to, or whether it is even poetry. I used to write a lot of creative storytelling to music, and this I guess is how I write my poems now, like a story, but almost with a rhythm, that is how it is to me when I am reading it to myself. I love magic, mystery, so a little bit of this creeps in here and there.
I hope you enjoyed, either way xx
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