For November, I look to poem and book titles related to Thanksgiving and Fall for inspiration. I fell in love with the title of Douglas Florian’s poetry collection Autumnblings, which beautifully captures this time of year and have chosen it for the name of November’s prompt challenge.
The poems and books that these prompts are drawn from represent many different voices and points of view. I hope that you find them as evocative as I do and that you will be intrigued enough to learn more about them.
There is only one rule to my prompt challenge: the poem or book title should serve as the title of your piece OR all the words of the title should be integrated into your piece somehow.
I LOVE posting your prompt responses on Brave & Reckless. I welcome your poetry, prose, flash fiction, creative nonfiction, essay, and art. I will accept responses to any of November’s prompts on any day, but will not start publishing them on Brave & Reckless until November 1st.
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PERHAPS THE WORLD ENDS HERE BY JOY HARJO
The world begins at a kitchen table. No Matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
…It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
Originally published on BookRiot