This is the kind of thing that turns writers on: take a word, any word; write it longways down the side of. page; now think up a noun, verb, adjective and adverb beginning with each letter and create a grid of words. NOW: WRITE A POEM OR PROSE PIECE/SHORT STORY USING EACH WORD IN TURN. Like this: NOUN VERB ADJECTIVE ADVERB MADNESS MEANDER MISTY MEANINGFULLY INDIGO IDOLISE IDEAL INDOLENTLY DELIGHT DESPAIR DUSTY DARINGLY SOLSTICE SOOTHE SINGLE SORROWFULLY UNDERWORLD UPROOT UPPER UNDERSTANDABLY MISGIVING MOLLIFY MILD MURKILY MORTIFICATION MOULD MUTINOUS MOISTLY ENDEAVOUR EXPLAIN ELEPHANTINE ELEGANTLY RELATIVITY ROUSE RUSTY RIGHTFULLY
MIDSUMMER If Madness chose to meander Down the path of misty years She’d never say a word that would Fall meaningfully on the ears
If Indigo chose to idolise Plato’s pure ideal She’d sadly sit at Socrates’ feet Indolently scorning what’s real
If Delight ignored the despair That lurks in dusty cloisters She’d waltz through life oblivious And daringly live on oysters
If Solstice did not soothe With a single sunlit dawn She’d never save us from ourselves We’d be sorrowfully gone
If Underworld knew how to uproot Death’s powerful upper hand She’d take out a patent to protect An understandably precious brand
If Misgiving could not mollify That doubt, though mild and small, She’d surely lose the battle and Crawl murkily under a knoll
If Mortification tried to mould That mutinous streak so cranky She’d be left to lick her wounds And sniff moistly into her hankie
If Endeavour could not explain Her elephantine ego She’d never find a spouse to wed Even elegantly in Rio
If Relativity chose to rouse Einstein’s rusty old theory She’d be turning happy cartwheels And be rightfully tapsulteerie |
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