Trifextra 99: Three Little-BIG Words

(Think of all the threes in that!)

Ahem. Now that NaNoWriMo and Page-a-Day October are done, and the holidays and all the retail crazy that begins is over, I’m getting back to writing again, and in doing so I am returning to the places I consider my poetry home. Trifecta/Trifextra have always been some of my favorite prompts, because they entice me to write within a numerical framework and my mind loves that structure.

This week, they ask us to write simply: a three word resolution of sorts, a promise to myself for the new year. Like Mommy Dourest, I can think of many three-word promises to myself for the coming calendar year (my year starts at Samhain, after all) so settling on just one is difficult indeed. I think I’ll turn the others into something else, but for this prompt, for this challenge, I am choosing this:

Find Your Voice

I completely forgot to link back to the original post. I’m out of practice after several months of writing little to no poetry whatsoever, and more than that actually responding to blogs. All linked up now!

Heaven of Thirty-Three Gods

Oh Glorious Palatia,

Supreme Goddess of Decorating

I beseech thee, grant me your wisdom

and immaculate sense of style

that I may convince my daughter

not to paint her walls candy apple red.


Goddess Palatia has been inspired by this week’s Trifextra, which asks us to create a Goddess of our own design who would live in the Heaven of Thirty-Three Gods.

Trifextra, Week 92

In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.XbDm8RvA.dpuf

It is the first day of November
and so today,
someone will die.

We travel now to the time-worn temple
to make offerings of love
and sacrifices of our precious blood
to our gods.

How else can the world keep turning,
if not watered with life?

“Beaver, Damn.”

there he stood, staring
into the strange immovable water
awestruck and terrified
gone was his powerful tail
his pelt of water-shedding fur
and giant wood-shredding teeth
confused
reached for a pencil, and chewed


Two prompts get smushed together today in this little piece. First, Trifextra asks us to use compound modifiers in a piece of exactly 33 words. I used two. Second, Fireblossom challenges us at With Real Toads to write a poem as if the spirit of an animal has taken over our bodies, and how they might react to that.

OneWord Poetry: Plague

memories linger
swaddling me like a cocoon
binding me in place
a plague of self doubt
worry
heartache

from this I will free myself
I will rise from the ashes
reborn into myself


Written for OneWord Poetry, but as it’s exactly 33 words and uses an idiom ‘rise from the ashes’, I’m adding it to this week’s Trifextra as well.

“Morning Embrace”

I embrace each morning
with an open heart
and without expectation
for morning brings with it
a chance to start again
to see the world afresh
to find joy and wonder in life


This week’s challenge for Trifextra is “33 words about a new beginning.” Mornings are new beginnings, each and every one of them, and should be celebrated as such.