Weekend Writing Prompt #62 – Zephyr

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt

Zephyr

Challenge

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose. You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you. The only rules are these:

your poem / prose must contain this week’s word. The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge. No more. No less.

Can’t wait to read what you have come up with!

Weekend Writing Prompt Year 1 Anthology – join in the fun. All are welcome.

Find the submission guidelines here.

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My thoughts Sammi,
https://summerstommy.com/2018/07/07/weekend-writing-prompt-62-zephyr/

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Thank you for the challenge. Here is my contribution: https://vjknutson.org/2018/07/08/even-ghosts-yearn/

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https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/zephyr/

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Hey Sammi, Namaste. How are you? 🙂

A late entry from me who has broken the rules on word count several times over. I know I’m a naughty toad.

~ Zephyr ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~
Spring purged winter’s scourge,
Warm-breezes stirred young leaves,
Through finer days birdsong played:
Sung out their repartee.
~
Nature’s ripening feat a wondrous treat,
Cherry trees blossomed on Poet’s Street.
Yet Horace was bedevilled by gloom,
So he left his room to take a walk.
~
He’d felt unsettled since early noon,
Too hot-to-jot too cool for work,
He’d still not written a single word,
Nor added one line to rhyme.
~
When then out the door into the light
Whereupon Horace took great delight:
“O my!” he cried, “such colourful sights!”
“Springtime in Athens inspires me to write!”
~
So Horace sauntered to a favourite glade,
Where there he mused in dappled shade,
Pondered a poem he’d thoughtfully made, but yet,
Considered why his hand then stayed.
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Short moments later a whisper flew
Calming words blew softly to his ear.
Their warming appeal made him feel,
Far more clear of what next to do.
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“I’m Zephyr,” said the breeze, “emergent from Thrace,”
“Who flows not blows or races with pace,”
“West Wind am I who’s sprightly spring,”
“Rekindles the heart of everything.”
~
“I’ve come to you this beautiful day,”
“With a wonderful gift from far away.”
“Close on my trail Psyche flows this way,”
“For here in Athens she longs to stay.”
~
“What brings her here?” Horace said:
So many thoughts flew through his head.
“For love,” whispered Zephyr’s joyous reply,
“Love lifts her soul high in the sky!”
~
Horace mused a quiet moment or two.
When then he finally said,
“In love with who?” He casually asked,
“Who is the Goddess to wed?”
~
“Why Horace you are ahead of me,”
“That was my very next line.”
“Fair lady Psyche and Eros meet,”
“In love in spirit in rhyme.”
~
“Indeed,” said Zephyr, “upon this day,”
“Athens will swing with matrimonial sway!”
“And you my friend your quill will play:”
“One poem of love to ne’er fade away.”
~
With message delivered Zephyr blew through,
Horace was lifted from out of his blues.
Today was a day like none other made: for today,
Zephyr bore Psyche to Horace’s glade.
~*~