In the Beginning, There Was Nothing, Which Exploded

The title of this prompt is a quote from Lords and Ladies, the fourteenth novel in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld. The paragraph that follows the quote speaks of “Other theories about the ultimate start involve gods creating the universe out of the ribs, entrails, and testicles of their father. There are quite a lot of these. They are interesting, not for what they tell you about cosmology, but for what they say about people.”

I love what Terry Pratchett’s writing does with words, with phrases, and with ideas that have been around since the beginning of times (4.54 billion years or about 6K… depending on your source). Well, regardless of how old our Earth Mother might be (and we should never ask that information of a lady), today our poetry will celebrate the anniversary of the birth of a brilliant mind who left the world of flesh and keyboards just a few weeks ago.

For day 28 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, the birthday of the late Sir Terry Pratchett, let our poems celebrate a man who built worlds: find your favorite Pratchett quote… and let your Muse birth some poetry from it.

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” ~ Terry Pratchett (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015). Write his name, my Wicked Luvs… then, speak it!
Terry Pratchett“Terry Pratchett at home near Salisbury in 2008: the Discworld cats were an infamous set of characters in their own right Photo: Adrian Sherratt/REX” via The Telegraph

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will keep Granny Weatherwax from glaring at you and Greebo from scratching your face off. Actually, I can’t make any promises when it comes to Greebo… or Granny *cough*.

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