NapoWriMo Day30. Today’s prompt is to find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.
I chose a poem on death by Mark R Slaughter, his name and the name of the poem intrigued .
It’s Death Again
It’s Death again – He’s always there –
Watching, waiting – e’er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he’ll never go.
The adamant phantom; don’t you know
He will but wait until it’s time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: ‘You’re next, it has to be…’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 200
Birth No More
It is not birth firstly – she is never here
Not looking or waiting – no not even looking
Never do I look back
Or do not reach to push the wall, seeing
I let go no sight of a clean head
A huge clue to where he fled
The dull of darkness that let fall the scythe
Maybe not, I could charge a tithe
But O! Such use she will always stay
The unsure person we all know
She will not wait until it is late
For you to not hear her nondescript murmur
The silence that doesn’t claim my past
To not say, “your not next , it doesn’t need to be”