
Fire and Water | Poetry and Prose
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First up, I tried Sacha Black’s Writespiration. This is what we had to do; Get a timer, set it for 120 seconds and when and ONLY when you are ready to do the challenge, scroll to the very end of the post to see the one word prompt. Write hard and fast until your time is up. The word Is ‘ARMOUR’.
Unfortunately, I had so many interruptions, that it took me over half an hour just to get a few words down, which kind of disqualifies me. So I decided to run with it, edit it and post it here, instead.
The date is November 3rd 1324. Drizzle falls like tears from a swollen sky, but it is not so grim without as within. I sit with Petronella through her last moments, in a cell dank with mould and ripe with the ghosts of its past inhabitants.
Her body is gaunt and bloody, her skin a mass of puckered welts and scabs, broken open and oozing, the souvenirs of her private torture and public floggings. She holds her head high, hands folded together and resting still like pale butterfly wings in her lap.
“Your pyre is built high,” I say. “They want everyone to see it.”
“I am the first,” she replies, “but I will not be the last.”
“But you did nothing wrong.”
“The truth is not relevant, only what people believe.”
“Why did you confess?”
She looks at me for the first time. “To make it stop.”
I bite back my impatience. “And now you will burn for it.”
“So how could I win?” She smiles, a broad glowing smile, as footsteps echo distantly on stone. She gets to her feet, raising a hand to smooth the tangles from her hair.
“How can you smile?”
The key turns in the lock with a rasping, metallic protest, and the door begins to swing open.
She pauses. “Armour, isn’t it?” And then she is gone.
Next, I tried a bit of poetry for Jane Dougherty’s challenge. This is what we had to do; I leave you to choose the form and use the Munch painting, ‘Moonlight’ as your inspiration. I’m adding a selection of words for you to use—verb, nouns, adjective and adverb—that you can use if you want to add a bit of a challenge to the prompt.
winding – moonlight – follow – heavily – path
I didn’t use her picture, but I did use all the words she gave us, and tried an English sonnet.
Where does she wander on this starry night?
A wraith, a shadow, she’s frail as a sigh,
Woven from stardust and strands of moonlight,
Feet tripping dainty as she passes by.
Discarding my fear, I follow her path,
A winding trail through glistening grassland,
Over rounded hills, past the fairy rath
To the foaming sea, roaring on the strand.
With greedy hands, the salt wind tugs her hair,
Waves throw themselves heavily on the shore,
She lets her robe fall, stands tall without care,
She is the shape of my love, form I adore.
White flesh gleaming, she wades into the deep,
Slips beneath the surface to endless sleep.
Writing that made my head hurt! Have a great weekend, everyone! Ali
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Love this!
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Thanks Kev! 😙
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What a story and then the poem! You are THE storyteller!
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Thanks Noelle. The story is based on the true story of the first woman ever to be burned at the stake for witchcraft in Ireland. The poem is just imagination. 😁
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Ahhh. Such a pleasure to read. Both heartbreaking stories but wonderful reading. Sigh. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Wonderful story–and beautiful poem. Wow!
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Thank you Merril! Glad you enjoyed them. 😊
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Gorgeous, Ali! The poem was so evocative, all stranded with moonlight and water, and the poor woman in her cell, waiting to be burnt – well, that was a truth for so many who dared to be wise and strong and speak out, tell stories, even. Lovely work 🙂
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Thanks so much Helen! Poor Petronella’s story has been in my head for a long while, but I don’t know why it popped up for Sacha’s prompt. Have a lovely weekend!
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Thanks, Ali, you too! 🙂
Sacha’s prompts are quite good at bringing stories to the surface, aren’t they? (as are yours)
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Haha! Yes they are indeed!
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Very elemental week on your blog, Ali, with the fire and water and the power of words culminating in your own powerful words. I’d chalk it down as particularly successful 😀
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Thanks Tara, purely coincidence, I can assure you. Nothing goes to plan on this blog. 😁
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Out of chaos comes beauty, then, eh? Goshdarnit. You inspirational types make it hard for me to be grumpy. 😉
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
A double treat from Ali Isaac as she completes two challenges, one from Sacha Black and the other from Jane Dougherty.. details on how you can enter is in the post.. Ali does both justice of course.
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Thank you Sally! Xxx
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LovelY stuff though I was half way through a sonnet in response to Jane which will now be scrapped. Grrr. Love you really.
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Don’t scrap it!!!!
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Jesus you need interruptions more often. Stunning pieces so many sentences I could steal from you! Have collected many! Beautiful writibg
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Oh you and your sentence collecting! How many journals full you got now? You should string them all together and make a novel out of them… it’d be a best seller!
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lol, thats a bloody good idea! hahahaha
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Haha! 😂
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Why did you put them both in the same post???? Talk about emotional overload!!!! Great pieces, both of them.
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Sorry, I just didn’t want to have 2 separate posts. 😆
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You’re too modest by half. If you’ve got it, flaunt it!
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Haha, I would if I did. Poetry is really hard for me. I should do all your prompts, you don’t get better if you don’t practice, after all!
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You have to push yourself, dig around a bit. It’s amazing what you find 🙂
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Yes, that’s just what I need to do. But I’ll never be a natural. Btw I’m surprised at how mathematical poetry is!
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Like music.
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Excellent work Ali.You’re very talented (I hate you !)
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Lol! Thanks David! Um… I think… 😂😁😄
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Wow, Ali. Intense story and beautifully written. I can’t believe you did that in half an hour. And the poem is equally lovely. You are one talented lady!
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I wish, Diana! I wrote the bare bones of a handful of words, literally… damn those kids! 😂which took half an hour, then I thought well that’s it, can’t submit it now, it was supposed to take 2 minutes. So I worked on it some more. It was a failed challenge attempt, but I still got something out of it. I like writing challenges, they take me out of my comfort zone, and if it wasn’t for Sacha’s Writespiration, I would never ever have written a piece of flash. Now, I love it! 😊
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Well, I was riveted. That was an intense scene. I think I had a “moment” after reading it. Sacha’s prompts are great. 🙂
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Oooooh… a ‘moment’! What kind of a moment??? I am the riveted one now lol! Yes, her prompts ARE great! 😊
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Just sitting there, stunned, thinking “Oh my God” and feeling for all the women for whom this experience was reality. You sucked me right in.
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Oh yeah I know, it was awful, and not just the women. I had a moment like that a few weeks ago when I did the talking heads post. Oliver Plunkett’s head is in a church in Drogheda. He was hung drawn and quartered and not even for witchcraft, but because he supported the ‘wrong Christians, ie he was a roman Catholic rather than a protestant. All this horrid stuff which happened in the name of religion really happened.
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I know…and still happening – maybe not as gruesome, but on a larger scale. 😦
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Hmmm… well the tables have turned, I think. I know it’s very medieval, but it’s like history is repeating itself. This moslem backlash is a crusade which has been brewing a long time. I just don’t get how people still think that killing others, especially the innocents, is the answer.
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Ali, you inspired me and I wrote mine first and used your words. A few similarities but yours is quite dreamy! Love it. I’ll post mine tomorrow.
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I did? Wow! What beautiful words to start my day! Thank you. I look forward to reading your poem. 😙
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Ali, I would post poetry n such but I want to put them all together for a volume and well, I like contests, so I’ll save it for a first print.
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Cool. 😊
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