Paint Chip Octave No. 4
I’m going to sound like a broken record, but as you can see I’m late again with this Friday’s prompt. But we’re still having another octave prompt in the continuing poem of five octaves. For the definition of octave and the full prompt, see this post from three weeks ago.
The paint chip words and phrases you have to work with this week are rolling hills, smoke and ash, radical, smoke signal, and dragon. I’d like you to use at least two of these in your octave for this week. Your octave should be a continuation of what you started on the first Friday of October. If you haven’t started your poem yet, you can always just write a stand-alone octave for this week.
Although my continuing saga of my teddy bear Calvin has been partially fictional already, the words for this week suggest a venture into a truly fictional and aspirational adventure for my bear. But the I venture into his origin story, which I will wrap up next week in the final octave.
Though I'm usually a down-to-earth kind of bear I often dream of trekking over the rolling hills Of Middle Earth on a hobbit's adventurous affair We would look for dragon treasure and great thrills But perhaps such a dream is much too radical For a elderly teddy bear such as I am And it's not as if the life I've lived is dull It began as part of a claw-machine grand slam
Now it’s your turn. Whether you write an octave as part of your continuing saga or a stand-alone verse, share it in the comments or post it on your website or blog and drop a link in the comments. Make sure you check out the other linked poems.
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This is late, but I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out:
I did not give up the ship. I am writing and went in a different direction. Next week I will post. I hope the paint chips cooperate. This has truly been a crazy time in my life!
I totally get that. My life has been a bit crazy too, hence the late postings.
Tolkien made those rolling hills of Middle Earth attractive.
This is a continuation of “Unknown Sins”.
My memory is like gray rolling hills
where smoke and ash and haunting dragons hide
the sins I have forgotten through my pride
and could repeat should pleasure offer thrills.
The consequences though would give me chills
were I aware. Main paths are much too wide.
The narrow one’s too slippery? May I slide
into the hands of God whose Spirit fills.
I love this. I’m definitely going to re-read this whole open when you’re done with verse 5.
Oooh, I LOVE the last 2 lines especially!
I’m glad your teddy bear is a LOTR fan! https://suestrifles.wordpress.com/2021/10/23/paint-chip-octave-4/