From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3

It has been a while, since the last time I hosted From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction. Well, now that Witches in Fiction 2015 is almost over (I still have to hear from some of the giveaway winners), I need to get back to the never-ending chaos that is my blogging routine.

I know this is a Friday event, but… I want to use the piece of your choosing as my entry for A Fanciful Twist’s yearly Witches Tea Party. The blog party starts on Saturday, October 24th.

So, my Luvs, which of the following Poem Bits would you like me to brew into a flash fiction tale (of 713 words or fewer) or a full-length poem for the witchy tea party?

Below, I’ve included some of the blackout and handwritten poems I’ve shared since “Always”, the last story before Witches in Fiction 2015 (in reverse chronological order); your mission, if you choose to run with it, is to leave a comment letting me know which of the Poem Bits you would like to see expanded, and in what form. And because everyone appreciates a bit of listing:

1) Which poem do you wish me to develop?
2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry?
3) *optional* Why?

On Saturday, October 24th, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a story or a longer poem, depending on your choices. Please, cast your vote before October 23rd at 1:13pm EDT.

Toxic people are damaged energy. Prevent them.”
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

“13 Kisses” (Typed—shared on Instagram and Facebook)
Thirteen kisses in the dark,
they’ll taste of moon full
and of sun-bright;
thirteen touches of my lips,
they’ll make me yours
and keep you mine.

“Bones” (handwritten, not blacked out)
love sculpted flower
at twilight, a yard of bones—
remembrance in bloom

“Rotten” (handwritten, not blacked out)
faith hysteria
I remember the Witches—
rotten mistrial

Her will is warping
under the damage—
abrading might
to weaken bindings.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“Autumn” (handwritten, not blacked out)
in the morn, Autumn
city nature shifts colors—
my potato sprouts

“Demand Wings”
Energy is creative.
Transform your fall
into power to rebuild self,
to renew bone and blood;
demand wings.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

“Mine” (handwritten, not blacked out)
I preserve your life
sweetened in rosemary and honey;
death took flesh and bones,
but love, laughs and memories
will always be mine.

Poetry alighted the dark,
finished the screams,
drummed the soul
– blacked out from Rio Youers’ “Quoth the Rock Star”, in Required Reading Remixed I.

Become your necessity;
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“I Live”
I write art
on purists,
on blank leaves,
on Magic;
I live.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

For images of the listed Poem Bits… visit me on Instagram.


17 thoughts on “From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3

  1. Choices, choices!!! First, I’ll preface my choice by saying that I love ‘Demand Wings’. That is a nugget of pure, motivational gold!! But. I always seem to find myself inextricably drawn to the dark…

    1. ‘Warping’
    2. I adore your poetry SO MUCH, but for some reason, this really feels Flash Fiction-y.
    3. Because it feels like it’s intensifying to something big. Something strong. And perhaps capable of a little righteous vengeance. 😉

    • You know, when I blacked out that wee poem, I saw the woman twisting and pushing… freeing herself, even if a bit of skin and blood was lost in the process. It would be quite awesome to explore those images… 😉

  2. All right, I can honestly say that I’ve no idea what I’ll end up writing for the Witches Tea Party… I like it! This is what things look up to now:
    “Toxic” (fiction) – Jonquil
    “13 Kisses (fiction) – Sharon
    “Poetry” (poem) – Carol
    “Warping” (fiction) – Little Gothic Horrors

  3. Toxic. No question. But if there was a question, that would be the answer…

    As to what form? I couldn’t say. I could, but I won’t. It’s more fun to see what you Do with it.

    • The entries here closed about 3/4 of an hour ago, but you can go and support “Toxic” on Facebook. As of right now, the lead is being claimed by “13 Kisses”.

      P.S. You are a terrible, terrible man.

  4. Ok I’m a little out of the loop this week but having just read the poems these are the one that sing to me.

    ’13 Kisses’ – Flash Fiction – It seems to be crying out to be made into a story and of course 13 is my favourite number.

    ‘Bones’ – Flash Fiction – A yard of bones is always a great place for love to blossom.

    ‘Mine’ – Any form – I’m in a mushy sentimental mood and this just hits every nerve.

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