August 2021 Prompt Me Poem

Listen to me read my latest “Prompt-Me” poem in the video below.

August 2021 Prompt Me Poem by Lana Hechtman Ayers “Prints”

My poem “Prints” was inspired by two prompts: A quote from Robinson Jeffers provided by Dana Cunningham Anderson and a fox vixen postcard poem sent to me by Stephanie Anderson Ladd. To thank you both, some poetry books are in the mail to you.

Now it’s your turn!

Please leave me some poetry prompts in the comment section below.

If I use your prompt for a video Prompt Me poem, I’ll thank you with a special gift.

July 2021 Prompt Me Poem

Welcome to my monthly blog feature, Prompt Me, where I read a new poem I’ve written inspired by a prompt offered by one of you, my wonderful blog followers! And to say thank you for tuning in, I send special gifts to the person whose prompt inspired my poem.

This month’s prompt is “inner compass” provided by Kitt Patten. Thanks, Kitt!

July 2021 Prompt Me Poem recorded live

Please post some prompts for me in the comments and I’ll see you back in August for the next Prompt Me poem!

June 2021 Prompt Me Poem

Welcome to my monthly blog feature, Prompt Me, where I read a new poem I’ve written inspired by a prompt offered by one of you, my wonderful blog followers! And to say thank you for tuning in, I send special gifts to the person whose prompt inspired my poem.

June 2021 Prompt Me Poem Recorded Live!

This month’s poem was inspired by Ciel Downing’s prompt “between hope and despair.” Thanks, Ciel! Please leave me some prompts in the comment section below so I can write next month’s Prompt Me poem. Thanks for taking the time to visit. See you in July.

May 2021 “Prompt Me” Poem

Welcome to my monthly blog feature, Prompt Me, where I read a new poem I’ve written inspired by a prompt offered by one of you, my wonderful blog followers! And to say thank you for tuning in, I send a special gift to the person whose prompt inspired my poem.

This month’s prompt “beyond reach” was offered by Karen Keltz. Thank you, Karen! I’ll be sending a thank you gift along soon. My poem is called “Here in the Time in Between” after Jack Ridl.

Thank you for stopping in. Please leave a new prompt for me in the comments section so I can write a poem for June. If I select your prompt, I will send a thank you gift.

April 2021 Prompt Me

Welcome to my monthly blog feature, Prompt Me, where I read a new poem I’ve written inspired by a prompt offered by one of you, my wonderful blog followers! And to say thank you for tuning in, I send a special gift to the person whose prompt inspired my poem.

 

Please leave a new prompt for me in the comments. If I use your prompt next month, I’ll send you a special thank you gift.

Prompt Me! New monthly blog feature.

I hope you’ll help me write new poems every month by posting a poetry prompt in the comments section of my blog.

The first week of the month, I’ll choose one of your wonderful prompts, write a new poem and post it, offering a special thank you to the person who provided the inspiration.

So let’s get started right now–Prompt Me! by posting your poetry prompt in the comments.

Thank you for participating.

Update: Red Riding Hood’s Real Life

For those of you who have read my contemporary story of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, Red Riding Hood’s Real Life ~ a novel in verse, here’s a little pandemic update. Special thanks to G.G. Silverman for her workshop “Way of the Wolf” where this new poem howled into being.

Available at Indiebound.org https://www.indiebound.org/book/9780997083477
Available at Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Red-Riding-Hoods-Real-Life/dp/0997083476

Spoiler alert!!! If you haven’t finished reading my novel-in-verse, you may want to hold off reading this poem until you have.

 Lana Hechtman Ayers © 2021
 
The Wolf’s Pandemic Report
 
Mornings after breakfast of Earl Grey
and freshly baked bread,
dough mixed by Red,
risen, kneaded by me,
she confines herself to the bedroom
of our three-room cabin by the sea,
where she plays
with a kiln-less sort of clay,
shapes absence
into kaleidoscopic moons,
while I, in the living room
delve into pastels,
not my usual palette,
but with the pandemic draining joy
I’m forced to employ
Pepto-Bismol pinks
 and Mickey-D yellows
to do the bidding
of my once feral imagery.
This is how we pass
molasses minutes
of daylight,
but the nights—o the nights—
remain our delight,
cloaked only
in slinky shadow of overcast
or in adoring lunar glimmer,
we smolder with desire,
light fires
within the hearths
of one another’s haunches.