And for our final (optional) prompt, I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. It could be an odd piece of history, an unusual bit of art trivia, or something just plain weird. While I cannot vouch for the actual accuracy of any of the facts presented at the links above (or any other facts you might use as inspiration!), I can tell you that there are definitely some poetic ideas here, just waiting for someone to use them.And for our final (optional) prompt, I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. It could be an odd piece of history, an unusual bit of art trivia, or something just plain weird. While I cannot vouch for the actual accuracy of any of the facts presented at the links above (or any other facts you might use as inspiration!), I can tell you that there are definitely some poetic ideas here, just waiting for someone to use them.
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It had been a long and hard day
He had used all his charm to convince them
But it seemed they needed some more convincing
He paced up and down
His mind on the development of the last few weeks
It was early 1815
Napoleon was not given to ruminations
He was a man of action
But coming back to power after abdication
Required all his cunning and planning.
The parleys had been long and tiring
To clear his head, he decided to step into the woods
As he went deeper, he began to feel his mind clear up
Thinking of future strategy he walked on
Oblivious to his surroundings
Suddenly he heard scampering behind
Startled he turned, to find a pack of wild rabbits
He increased his pace and they seemed to do so too
He started running and they followed him too
Emitting bark like sounds
More than a dozen of rabbits
Baring their teeth as they chased him
Finally they caught up with him
And were biting his heels and legs
He took his revolver out and fired two shots
In panic and flustered he climbed a tree to save himself
Panting to catch his breath, he looked down after a while
The rabbits were nowhere to be seen.
Waiting for some more time
He gingerly got down
And with his heart beating very fast
He tried very quietly to make his way home.
He could not rid the disturbing image
Of the pack of rabbits attacking him.
It continued to haunt him day and night.
He had nightmares and his hands had a tremor
And that is the astonishing reason ladies and gentlemen
Why he lost the battle of Waterloo.
#napowrimo #day30
That morning when he was getting ready for the expedition, inexplicably, his mind was flooded with his father’s memories. His archaeological expeditions meant the world to him. Yet he felt restless. Pensively he checked his camera while sipping his coffee. His wife’s tea was getting cold. She too was a renowned archaeologist. He called out to her, as he sat sorting the postcards to be sent to the children. His father’s countenance continued to haunt him. He remembered the last time they had met. No words had been exchanged. The chasm between them too deep to be bridged by words. And then it was too late. He always carried his father’s hat with him, for some semblance of closeness. Agitated by the memory of those bourbon eyes staring at him, he knew what he had to do. He picked the phone to make a call. They were going home.#napowrimo #day28
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