Option One: Pick Three
Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies,
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.
– Edward Dowden, In September
Pick at least three of the following nine words, and write a paragraph, scene, flash-fic, essay, blog entry or poem using them. It’s fine to change tenses, or pluralize if you want to, but please bold the words you choose.
drop, evenings, glad, mist, motionless, murmur, pallid, rivulets, swoon
1. Knight on Bended Knees, to His Beloved, by Leonard Blumfeld
2. Nine Words, by Janet
3. Carcosan Idyll, by Tiel Aisha Ansari
4. All the Women in the Family, by Melissa A. Bartell
5. Autumn of Life, by Medhini
6. A Rainy Evening, by Sumi
7. The First Drizzle, by Anu
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Option Two: Can You Picture That?
Use the following photo to inspire an entry in any form – fiction, essay, poetry…
Photo Credit: Goldmund at iStockPhoto
1. Latter-Day Variant of an Older Story, by Niebla
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Option Three: Poetry
silence
seeks the center
of every tree and rock,
that thing we hold closest-
the end of songs
– Michael McClintock, Letters in Time
Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about silence.
1. Pleistocene Remnant, by Tiel Aisha Ansari
2. Silence, Take 1 (and Take 2), by Mike
3. Addie Bundren’s Posthumous Sermon, by the scôp
4. Bread Rises, by Richard
5. Fisherman, by Gordon
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Option Four: Fiction
She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
– Willa Cather
Write a flash-fic, scene, or short story involving either standing in an orchard.
1. The Old Orchard, by Bobbi
2. Herakles in the Hesperides, by Tiel Aisha Ansari
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Option Five: Timed Writing
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
– Henry James
Take nine minutes (use all nine, but don’t go over), and write on the subject of being outside of everything.
This is a timed exercise and it’s expected that it won’t be perfect. Any format – fiction, essay, verse – is acceptable.
1. Being outside of everything (defined), by A~Lotus
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Option Six: Seven Things
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
– Samuel Johnson
In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going to go around in a circle here, but if you’re drawn to lists, this prompt is for you.
So, give me seven tastes or scents that define autumn for you.
You are not required to provide any explanations, but it’s more interesting for readers if you do.
1. Seven Tastes or Scents That Define Autumn, by Janet
2. Feels Like Fall, by MissMeliss
3. Welcome, Autumn, by Bobbi
4. Seven Tastes/Scents of Autumn, by Michelle
5. Seven Tastes or Scents that Define Autumn for Me, by Tamy
6. Seven Things, by Sister AE
7. Seven Tastes and Scents of Autumn, by Mike
Don’t forget to comment on this post with the direct link, title, and selected option for each piece you create. Happy Writing!
