April in Wichita is a teacher and a fiction writer. She is currently working on an eclectic young adult novella that mixes poetry with romance and the paranormal. Go to her word press page and read all about her. But first read the poems I constructed (for her) from the lines she submitted to me the other day.
April in Wichita's Pantoum
She never liked endless chatter at school
The dreary dry day left snails on her head
The sun beat down at one hundred and ten
Would the heat wave conclude on the day of prayer?
The dreary dry day left snails on her head
Her scalp was so crispy, hair peeled with the skin
Would the heat wave conclude on the day of prayer?
Their prayers bounced back to earth as rays of sun
Her scalp was so crispy, hair peeled with the skin
Fancy dancers came, went, but the rains never returned
Their prayers bounced back to earth as rays of sun
Teachers said corrupt politics were the cause not the effect
Fancy dancers came, went, but the rains never returned
They said the sun god was too strong
Teachers said corrupt politics were the cause not the effect
Of the solar brightening baking the earth
They said the sun god was too strong
The sun beat down at one hundred and ten
the solar brightening was baking the earth
She never liked endless chatter at school
April in Wichita's Villanelle
She never liked endless chatter at school
The dreary dry day left snails on her head
Impassioned by happenstance she cut class and went to the pool
Marlow, looked Vampirious perched on the stool
Escargot sautéed in beer with portabellas was tasty he said
She never liked endless chatter at school
She giggled when she pictured him fiddling his tool
Counting snails in an imperial four poster feather bed
Impassioned by happenstance she cut class and went to the pool
The sky looked surreal under water weighed down by lead
She fantasized about Ted who beyond retarded was a fool
She never liked endless chatter at school
Marlow lectured on fishing without a rod and spool
Ted moronically interrupted mocking whatever was said
She never liked endless chatter at school
Impassioned by happenstance she cut class and went to the pool
April in Wichita requested that I write a pantoum from 2 Lines she submitted to me on 7/21 via the 2 Lines form. "She never liked the endless chatter at school & The dreary dry day left snails on her head." At first I was stumped on how to proceed; so, I decided to craft a villanelle instead. From doing something else I grabbed the inspiration for the pantoum. You can do this too and submit me a few lines or 6 Words.
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I forgot about this poem. I miss those carefree days when I lived in the City of Oz.
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