“And here’s our prompt. In certain versions of the classic fairytale Sleeping Beauty, various fairies or witches are invited to a princess’s christening, and bring her gifts. One fairy/witch, however, is not invited, and in revenge for the insult, lays a curse on the princess. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.”
Writing a shape poem is tough. I tried one yesterday as per the prompt and someone said, the hands I drew looked like a butterfly. I had to agree; my daughter had told me the same. Anyway, today, I decided to
do a shape poem for the prompt provided below. The shape is the shape of the gift I received when I was born that pretty much sealed my future. Here’s my poem, ‘The Gift’
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