Show Me Your Prose!
Unofficial challenge
I’ve caught the unofficial challenge bug again, and I have a lot of devious ideas (like my Cthulu’s Challenge: poetry in pig latin, but I’ll probably save that one for next Christmas or some other time when the sweetness gets a bit too cloying for my tastes.
Notice that I forgot to close the parentheses. Now I have to air condition the whole paragraph.
So, what does that harlot Harper have in store here? Let’s have a prose poem contest. Best or worst day of your life.
Dazzle me with your language and linguistics, but please do not plague me with cheap end rhyme (avoidance of that is specifically why I want prose).
I’ll send everyone who participates an autographed digital picture of my favorite rock and the winner will receive a virtual trip to the Maldives, all expenses paid. Tempting, no?
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (2)
Oh yes baby. I shouldn't partake but you make it so tantalising. Did you ever close up the bloody Mary one? Love the prizes lol. Best or worst day. That's going to be a deeply shit thing to write about. But you know me. Or should be now. Idgaf. So. Yes. Also any excuse to flex the prose synapses and muscles.
I love the idea of a prose poem challenge, especially without end rhyme. This should bring out some really interesting voices.