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This will be our last daily prompt for a while, Poetry People. I decided to end on a fun one, writing a silly limerick about a smack-talking Cyclops and a cheating golem made from bread running a race.
This final Twofer Tuesday prompt of the challenge asks poets to write a beginning poem and/or an end poem.
My poem has both a beginning and an end.
It doesn't end well, but if you enjoy twisted dark humor, you'll like it.
This year's final NaPoWriMo post invites participants to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend.
Hence, the Cyclops and the bread golem.
I believe this is the first time anyone has written specifically about a bread golem. In fairness, the infamous gingerbread man is also a golem made from foodstuffs.
I was up until close to three in the morning preparing my submission email for Dragon Soul Press. It's flown to its destination and was swiftly acknowledged.
This is the link you require if you're interested in submitting to their forthcoming horror drabble anthology (submission deadline 31 May).
Don't direct further questions to me 'cause I can't answer 'em! I'm just the messenger.
I hope one day soon I come to a place of peace with this damn CPAP machine. I fare better when I keep it on, but I don't like having things on my face. I usually take the mask off while I'm asleep.
I really do wish society, including the medical community, would stop shaming people for not being perfect specimens of exceptional health. I feel like a failure for having diabetes. I feel like a failure for needing a CPAP machine. I felt like a failure when I had to have an emergency C-section. I feel like a failure anytime one of my old fillings needs replacing. Telling people they're failures if they have health issues doesn't lead to improved outcomes, and this ineffective method of "encouragement" needs to stop.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
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