It’s been an aviary of sorts here at Tweetspeak this month. We’ve been considering the theme “Swans, Swallows, Phoenix, ” and on Mondays, I’ve been issuing poetry prompts touching on the topic. The Tweetspeak community has done its part and has let some good works fly (so to speak) as we’ve focused particularly on the swan and the swallow (the purple martin, to be exact). Before we conclude this month’s theme, though, before we watch another calendar page go down in flames, let’s work out our final birding theme.
And this one? It should be good fodder.
We’re all familiar with the Phoenix—that mythological bird which, from time to time, spontaneously combusts, only to rise more beautiful from its own ashes. In the creation of Greek mythology, though the legend of the bird may come from even more ancient origins, it symbolized the cycles of life—the setting and rising sun; the falling and rising of empires; death and resurrection. It is a bird of metamorphosis, of transition, and of ultimate transcendence.
The Phoenix has been a mainstay of popular literature, serving as symbolic material for the likes of William Shakespeare, Sylvia Plath, C.S. Lewis, and J.K. Rowling. It has also made its way into popular music, modern art, and political propaganda. Consider “32 Flavors” by Ani Difranco, for instance.
Note how Difranco personifies the Phoenix, how she uses it in her exploration of personal triumph. Her song captures the spirit of the flaming, regenerating bird—its rising beauty, its confident certainty, its ultimate transformation into the envy of others.
Many of the greats have taken to using the Phoenix in their works, it’s true. And now it’s your turn. What will you do with this grand mythological bird? It’s precisely this question which brings us to this week’s Tweetspeak poetry prompt.
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Poetry Prompt: Who doesn’t love a good story of beauty rising from the ash? This week at Tweetspeak, we’re using the Phoenix as our poetic prompt. Personify. Analogize. Use it as a metaphor. Whatever you do, though, be creative! Who’s first?
Tweetspeak’s May Swans, Swallows, Phoenix Poetry Prompt:
This month we’re writing poems around the theme “Swan’s, Swallows, Phoenix.” How do you participate?
1. Consider a swan, swallow, or Phoenix (the bird or Arizona; we’re open to all interpretations). Listen to our monthly prompt-themed playlist. What images, emotions, metaphors, or allegories do they conjure? Do the birds (or does the city) stir any memories? Do you have any thoughts regarding the particular poetry prompt of the week?
2. Compose your own poem around the theme.
3. Tweet your poems to us. Add a #TSSwan hashtag so we can find it and maybe share it with the world.
4. If you aren’t a Twitter user, or if you’d rather, leave your poem here in the comment box.
5. At the end of the month, we’ll choose a poem to feature in one of our upcoming Weekly Top 10 Poetic Picks.
Do you want to have your work highlighted here at Tweetspeak? Join us this month as we explore the theme “Swans, Swallows, Phoenix, ” and maybe we’ll highlight your poem in the coming months.
Now, let’s write some poetry that’s not hard to swallow.
Photo by Rosa y Dani, Creative Commons via Flickr. Post by Seth Haines.
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L. L. Barkat says
i love the phoenix myth. One of my first poems I ever tried to really, really write was about a phoenix. I learned that the cycle of death/rebirth has something to do with the bird’s father’s 500th birthday. I don’t know that it was such a great poem, and I don’t have it anymore. But I remember the bird’s shadow over the mountains. And a red feather. And I seem to still love mountains and feathers in my work. So… there you have it 🙂
Donna says
washed out
weakened
gray sack of feathers
beating against itself
refusing not to rise
pulling up
heavy
groaning ascension
on limping wings
no match for
thunderheads
ablaze with cleansing rain
emerges
a
wash of color
freedom dancing
paints
the sky
Donna says
Oh my oh my. I must have had my eyes in backwards when I put this up! And so here it is, tweaked and words reordered… going in the intended direction(Talk about rewriting with the door open):
washed out
gray sack of feathers
beating against itself
refusing to not rise
heavy
pulling up
in groaning ascension
on limping wings
thunderheads
ablaze with cleansing rain
no match
she emerges
a wash of color
freedom dancing
paints
the sky
IanStuart says
Midges
Grains of life
flung high into the air-
so insubstantial
that they hover there.
Born by the sun
and carried through the day
in shafts of light
until marauding swallows
bring the night.
Donna says
I love it when I can SEE the poem in my mind… this is one of those… especially here:
Grains of life
flung high into the air
Glynn says
OK, so I got confused. http://faithfictionfriends.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-swallow.html
Donna says
Glynn… I love it! especially this:
accompanied (or not)
by a forced push,
lubricated to enhance
the possibility of success,
davis says
black ash
rimmed
in green grass
the night is warm
the coals
within the black they lie
red and hot
the sight
does cause my heart to rise
the hope
of one more flame to fly