The title of this event was birthed out of a line from my favorite bit of The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot. It feels right to start Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016, by sprouting poems inspired by some of the lines I love most from Eliot’s work.
Today’s Prompt – write a new poem that contains 1 of the following 9 lines:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!”
Link Instructions – Leave the direct link to your poem as a comment in the following format: “A Dark-Scape of Living Poesy” – http://magalyguerrero.com/a-dark-scape-of-living-poesy/
Please visit other Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month participants, this might encourage them to visit you *cough, cough, cough*. I can’t wait to read what everyone sprouts out of Eliot’s yum!