Please read my post from yesterday for all my excuses as to why this exquisite corpse is late. My apologies for tardiness. I’m happy to have some new names joining us this time.
There will be one more corpse this year. Submissions open on Dec. 17th and the poem will be posted (unless more crazy happens here) on New Year’s Eve. But more on that next week.
In the past posts I’ve enjoyed pairing the poem we create with an image but that will not happen today. The rickety computer I’m working on doesn’t have Photoshop and I’m not sure it could handle it… but no complaints! I am grateful to have anything to work on at all.
This month’s eCorpse prize is a necklace containing real dirt sustainably harvested from Edgar Allan Poe’s original grave site—the perfect lucky charm for horror writers. This month’s winner is Tawny Kipphorn. Congratz Tawny, I will be emailing you for your address.
But enough of the mundane. Let’s see our creation…
The corpse struggled to rise again, but the linen bindings were drawn too tight against his stiffened limbs. He cried out for help, but there was no internet to hear him. Finally, he prevailed and managed to slip off the table. He tore his bonds, released his voice and spoke this verse to the empty dark…
Treading
Distant thunder rolls across the heavens
as the sacred Dance of Death begins.
The glowing moon quietly sat in a rust-colored ring
as I drift upon waves of ebon shimmer.
The tea leaves shift in the microcurrent…
divination by peppermint.
I always dreamed of breathing underwater.
Over my soul a shadow looms,
and of my love this flower blooms.
Some things are better left unsaid,
some things are better off undead.
Collectively created by—Marge Simon, Sonora Taylor, Nina D’Arcangela,
Angela Yuriko Smith, Christina Sng, Tawny Kipphorn and David B. Harrington
Read past corpse creations…
Exquisite Corpse #1: Collaborative Poem
Exquisite Corpse #2: The Daunting Riddle
Exquisite Corpse #3: Toxicated
Exquisite Corpse #4: Deceptions
Exquisite Corpse #5: Final Chimes
Not bad!
I am glad the worst is over (or I sure hope it is) re: your moving into the big house! And now you must find another vehicle! Ah, I can’t imagine how each day was, there for awhile –you’d waken saying “What sort of calamity are we in for today?!!”
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