{"id":20238,"date":"2016-08-13T13:17:34","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:17:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20238"},"modified":"2016-08-13T13:17:34","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:17:34","slug":"hour-04-01-30-02-30am-prompt-10-line-narrative-poem-10-lines-8-lines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-04-01-30-02-30am-prompt-10-line-narrative-poem-10-lines-8-lines\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 04) 01.30-02.30am. PROMPT: \u201c10 line narrative poem + 10 lines – 8 lines\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

This prompt was a little complicated (aka challenging, but challenging can be good). Write 10 lines of a narrative poem. Add 10 more lines (not just at the end). Then remove 8.<\/em><\/p>\n

I didn’t exactly stick to the ‘rules’. I ‘wrote’ two poems of 10 (each about a different Duchess of Oldenburg – there is a reason for this I might explain one day) then interlaced the two poems, alternating lines. Then tried to shape the final product so it made some kind of sense, as well as cut lines\/words\/phrases – as well as\u00a0refashioning line lengths (let’s be honest) so I finally got to a 12 line final poem as kind of required. It was tough & took a bit longer than the hour, but I think the end result is kinda interesting, with some particularly ‘fresh’ images in parts. \u00a0NB: the ‘working out’ is also posted …<\/em><\/p>\n

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Duchess of Oldenburg<\/b><\/p>\n

10 + 10 \u2212 8 (+ edits).<\/p>\n

Frederica of W\u00fcrttemberg was born in 1765 in Farther Pomerania
\nan attractive early-season baby, seventh child of Duke Frederick II
\nShe ran medium-sized with a pinkish blush. At 16, she married
\nPrince Peter Frederick in a gown with pronounced streaks over green.
\nRenowned as a great cook, Frederica died in childbirth, aged 20,
\nwhite flesh shot with green highlights. Her husband never remarried.
\nLike many summer varieties, Her Grace oxidized quickly.
\nHowever, her very juicy & on the coarser side of dense, siblings
\npeppered royal houses of Europe; a light, sweet brother became
\nKing of W\u00fcrttemberg; a crisp enough sister, Empress of Russia;
\nanother whose mouth was full of unwieldy teeth, an unlikely
\n(& unlikeable) Archduchess of Austria. She never became Duchess of Oldenburg.<\/p>\n

the work-in-progress<\/em><\/p>\n

1st 10.
\nFrederica of W\u00fcrttemberg was born in 1765 in Farther Pomerania
\nthe seventh child of Frederick II Eugene Duke of W\u00fcrttemberg
\n& Friederike Dorothea of Brandenburg-Schwedt.
\nAt age 16, she married Prince Peter Frederick of Holstein-Gottorp
\nIt was meant to strengthen Russian\/W\u00fcrttembergian relations
\nAt 20, Frederica died in childbirth. Her husband never remarried.
\nHer siblings peppered royal houses of Europe
\nA brother becoming King of W\u00fcrttemberg;
\nOne sister, Empress of Russia; another, Archduchess of Austria.
\nDespite all the many titles she would never become Duchess of Oldenburg<\/p>\n

+ 2nd 10.
\nAn attractive early-season apple, originating from Russia
\nin the 18th century, and widely grown in Europe and the US.
\nShe runs medium-sized with a pinkish blush
\nin pronounced streaks over yellow green.
\nRenowned as a cooking apple, especially if picked early
\nthe Duchess has white flesh shot with green highlights,
\nvery juicy and on the coarser side of dense. The effect
\nis light and sweet, but crisp enough, with a little yield to the tooth.
\nA refreshing hint of lime and a little acid, a flash of vanilla.
\nLike many summer varieties, Her Grace oxidizes quickly.<\/p>\n

10 + 10 (blended).
\nFrederica of W\u00fcrttemberg was born in 1765 in Farther Pomerania
\nAn attractive early-season apple, originating from Russia
\nthe seventh child of Frederick II Eugene Duke of W\u00fcrttemberg
\nin the 18th century, and widely grown in Europe and the US.
\n& Friederike Dorothea of Brandenburg-Schwedt.
\nShe runs medium-sized with a pinkish blush
\nAt age 16, she married Prince Peter Frederick of Holstein-Gottorp
\nin pronounced streaks over yellow green.
\nIt was meant to strengthen Russian\/W\u00fcrttembergian relations
\nRenowned as a cooking apple, especially if picked early
\nAt 20, Frederica died in childbirth. Her husband never remarried.
\nthe Duchess has white flesh shot with green highlights,
\nHer siblings peppered royal houses of Europe
\nvery juicy and on the coarser side of dense. The effect
\nA brother becoming King of W\u00fcrttemberg;
\nis light and sweet, but crisp enough, with a little yield to the tooth.
\nOne sister, Empress of Russia; another, Archduchess of Austria.
\nA refreshing hint of lime and a little acid, a flash of vanilla.
\nDespite all the many titles she would never become Duchess of Oldenburg
\nLike many summer varieties, Her Grace oxidizes quickly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This prompt was a little complicated (aka challenging, but challenging can be good). Write 10 lines of a narrative poem. Add 10 more lines (not just at the end). Then remove 8. I didn’t exactly stick to the ‘rules’. I ‘wrote’ two poems of 10…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[1458,1459,1457,1461,1463,1462,1460],"class_list":["post-20238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-apples","tag-duchess","tag-oldenburg","tag-play","tag-surreal-whimsy","tag-two-poems-become-one","tag-word-games"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20238","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20238"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20238\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20374,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20238\/revisions\/20374"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}