Water is but a Mirror

Day 21 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.
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Narcissus, listen to what I say: “do not be so proud of your beauty”
Spring will turn to summer, time will wilt, and enshroud your beauty.

Your beautiful corona and six, silky yellow petals, reflect in me
But, hear that thunder, it won’t be long till the storm, clouds your beauty.

Listen to me, the one who mirrors your visage and your soul, don’t spurn
Echo and her repeating voice, beware of losing your endowed beauty.

How do you mistake that, what you see in me is not the real reflection of you,
Now you see how the curse fell on you and plowed over your beauty.

Narcissus, don’t lose your will to live, quit admiring your own beauty
Do not confuse what’s a ‘Mirage’ and wear a shroud over your (real) beauty.

Notes:
Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on the myth of Narcissus. I had written a ghazal on this myth, during NaPoWriMo 2016. Penned a ghazal thinking from water’s point of view –  chiding Narcissus.

The prompt was:

And now for our (optional) prompt. In her interview, Brim provides us with several suggestions for generative writing exercises, and we’d like to challenge to today to tackle her third one, which is based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way. For example, you could imagine that imagine the water is speaking to you, the narcissus flower. Or you could write a poem in which the narcissus berates the Kardashians for stealing their neurosis. Or a poem that comments on the narcissism of our time, i.e. beauty and body obsession, etc.

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Sympathy for the Beanstalk Giant

Day 15 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.

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Why is it so wrong, if I, the Giant, toil for magic things with zeal?
My beloved wife, it is for your love, that I work so hard and make deals.

I heard gossip from the villagers that you are harboring an Englishman,
So are you really protecting this young Jack, and feeding him meals?

Look, a month ago, when that beanstalk first reached our castle,
I lost all my hard earned (albeit looted) gold coins and the golden seals.

And two weeks after that, the hen that laid the golden eggs disappears.
Pray, tell my pretty wife, are you having an affair with Jack, and letting him steal?

And tonight when I was resting my bones and listening to the magic harp, my love
I heard some other sounds mixed with yours, is it Jack that you conceal?

And lo and behold, here you are canoodling with this filthy Jack, the Englishman
Fi, fo, fum, I make my bread from his bones that I grind in these millstone wheels.

Notes:
I let my imagination go wild. I picked the folk tale of Jack and Beanstalk and I put it into adult context with sympathy for the villain – the Giant, but keeping his villainy. Here’s the prompt:

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). In her interview, Blake suggests writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). Perhaps this could mean the witch from Hansel & Gretel has lost her beloved cat, and is going about the neighborhood sticking up heart-wrenching “Lost Cat” signs, but still finds human children delicious. Maybe Blackbeard the Pirate is lost at sea in an open boat, remembering how much he loved his grandmother (although he will still kill the first person dumb enough to scoop him from the waves).

I did write this in the ghazal format, but I had to forego the refrain (the radiff), as I just couldn’t make it work. And I also think that the couplets may not work independently, but need the whole poem to establish context.