#NaPoWriMo #April #2023
Here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of “opposite” poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry).
It was Night
By Emily Bronte
It was night and on the mountains
Fathoms deep the snow-drift lay;
Streams and waterfalls and fountains.
Down the darkness stole away.
Long ago the hapless peasant
Left his sheep all buried there:
Sheep that through the summer pleasant
He had watched with tendered care.
Now, no more a cheerful ranger,
Following pathways known of yore,
Sad he stood, a wild-eyed stranger,
On his own unbounded moor.
❤️I chose Emily Bronte's "It Was Night" and struggled to reverse some of the lines. It was much harder than I thought it would be, but it was fun doing it. My poem, It Was Day is below.❤️✍️
IT WAS DAY
It was day and in the valleys
A light layer of bright dew lay:
On deep earth, green grass and flowers,
The shimmering lightness returns.
In this era, the trained shepherd
Drove his sheep riding a quad bike.
Sheep that through the depths of winter
He watched on his Google Maps App.
Now he was a cheerful guy.
Following paths with GPS.
Happy, he surveys with calm eyes,
His old father's fenced-in farmland.
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