Writing prompt for tinywords 17.1

A mainstay of haiku and much of short form poetry is seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary. This issue’s writing prompt features the interaction of charged particles with atoms in the upper atmosphere (that’s the textbook definition). But we know them as the aurora borealis, or the northern lights. For those who have seen the aurora borealis in person there certainly is an element of the other-worldly going on. Some form of natural magic. Or maybe you see something else. Let us know in a poem. We invite you to put your best inspired efforts in the comment box below. We’ll select the best of the best to start the next issue of tinywords, due out in mid-March.

Keep in mind, we will continue to accept regular submissions for the next issue (issue 17.1) through the end of February at our Submit page.

Thanks for dropping by and for sharing your poems.

All best,

239 Responses

  1. anthony engelhardt Says:

    empyreal bridge
    a solar winds' coarse caress
    mercy from malice

  2. The High Priestess Says:

    Tracing the shafts of light
    making their way in through the
    blinds of my mistakes

  3. Kashinath Karmakar Says:

    as if the sky

    will soon sing a song-

    aurora borealis

  4. Kashinath Karmakar Says:

    one more reason

    to look at the sky-

    aurora borealis

  5. kjmunro Says:

    viewing northern lights
    is also
    a pain in the neck

    (after Soin)

  6. janewilliams Says:

    early morning
    the neighbour's lights
    still flickering
    the colours of disco or
    some kind of devotion

  7. Anna Maris Says:

    my way into your dreams
    northern lights

  8. Judy Wucherer Says:

    an orgiastic sky
    fans out all the cards

  9. ecmoran Says:

    childhood in Iceland
    the aurora borealis
    pulsing in my veins

  10. martin1223 Says:

    black out
    filling the empty room
    northern lights

  11. Douglas Obenhaus Says:

    ether rains
    whets the appetite–

  12. Anna Goluba Says:

    The aurora borealis –
    Greetings from space
    Of the unspoken

  13. Ken Olson Says:

    all the tea
    in China, spills
    from this cup

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