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Dragonseed House of the Dragon

July 31, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 207 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/Wj5qPB https://gencraft.ai/p/aNC0vH https://gencraft.ai/p/DjVyU7

Vermithor and Silverwing
bond with dragonseed;
bastard-born means
nothing to monsters who
breathe fire and only calm
to the ancient tongue.
Smallfolk dare dream large
in hopes of claiming what
birthright they are owed.

@Home Studio – 207^th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 7.)

Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.

Poetry, Writing

Seasmoke House of the Dragon

July 31, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 206 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/W7GcVa

Seasmoke has spoken
without words, choosing
a rider for himself from
the Velaryon lineage.
His Addam is a first
among men in that he
was sought out by the
beast and selected for
the bond, plucked from
the sea of obscurity his
illegitimacy destined.
The gods are as wise as
they are capricious.

@Home Studio – 206^th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 6.)

Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.

Runner ups for the Seasmoke photos to accompany my poem:

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The Mouths of Ghosts House of the Dragon

July 31, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 205 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/jOqv7b

“With the king’s promises…you can feed the mouths of ghosts.” Mrs. Hammer

While the Sea Snake grieves
the Queen Who Never Was,
his granddaughter must lift
his gaze beyond self-pity and
remind him of the duty he owes
his queen who is blood and fire.

While the King Consort slowly
descends into madness amidst
strangers and ghosts at Harrenhal,
memories and regrets haunt
his dreams stealing his peace,
darke magic weakening him.

While the Usurper King lays
melted by dragon fire and pain,
the lowborn people starve and
wale and weep as one because
the gates are barred and the
stores are empty as a dry well.

@Home Studio – 205^th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 5.)

Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.

Runner ups for the Episode 5 photos to accompany my poem:

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Knight Flower

July 30, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 203 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/I5QeL6

By starlight she scales the walls
to right the wrongs of evil men,
fully masked, cloaked by night,
emboldened by years of inequity.
A virgin widow determined to
defend the oppressed and forlorn,
she must fight her own instincts
by day and bide her time under
the withering weight of custom.
A knight for the suffering meek,
a flower who must learn to bloom.

@Home Studio – 203^rd poem of the year (Based on the Korean drama Knight Flower.)

Jang, Tae-yoo. Knight Flower. Lee, Hanee, Lee, Jong-won, Kim, Sang-joong, Lee, Ki-woo, Base Story, 12 Jan. 2024.

Runner ups for the Knight Flower photos to accompany my poem:

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Where Has She Gone?

July 30, 2024 rebekahjmarshall 1 Comment

(Poem 202 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/zEOMpm

Oh, where has she gone, Ava dear, Ava dear?
Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother?
She has left me here alone with the dog and her bone.
Will she come home, or leave me with my brothers?

Oh, where has she gone, Caleb dear, Caleb dear?
Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother?
She has left me here all day with the cat and games to play.
Will she come home to me, my sister, and my brother?

Oh, where has she gone, Jacob dear, Jacob dear?
Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother?
She has left me here to starve, so a turkey I must carve.
Will she come home to me, my sister, and my brother?

Oh, where has she gone, Sissy dear, Sissy dear?
Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother?
She has left me here with them; my prospects are grim.
Will she come home to me, and those others?

Oh, where has she gone, Bear dear, Bear dear?
Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother?
She has left me here with Lou; now I think I have the flu.
Will she come home, please, so I can recover?

@Home Studio – 202^nd poem of the year

Runner ups for the Missing Mother photos to accompany my poem:

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Brainstorm

July 30, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 201 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/yq5fQF

Electrical misfirings initiate
honeycomb spirals of lightning
that cascade matrix-like through
the catacombs of the mind
disturbing the precarious balance
that is control of limbs, thought,
time, consciousness, and memory.
Two halves of one whole exchange
forked bolts resulting in prostrate
paroxysms of convulsant chaos.
Abject terror seizes the onlooker
whose own backfiring mainframe
cracks from the life-altering reality
that tranquility can be upset in a
split second by invisible storms
hidden deep within a beloved.

@Home Studio – 201^st poem of the year (After my grandson’s seizure.)

Runner ups for the Brainstorm photos to accompany my poem:

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Infusion

July 28, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 200 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/NXdv3f

The life is in the blood,
so infusing 2 pints of A+
must be lifegiving at its
finest and most pure.
My grandfather and I
share the same type,
so we could save each
other if need be, right?
I’m sure he’d rather
infuse me with common
sense that knows to
get my car inspected
before the deadline
and gets my tires
replaced before they
are bald and cleans
out the vacuum better.
And I would rather
infuse him with an
optimism that looks
forward to the day as
open to possibility of
everything going right
and the idea that there
might be other ways
of doing things and
perhaps we don’t
know everything.
Instead, we settle for
driving in silence except
for pointing out the people
who don’t seem to know
how to drive properly
and agreeing that the
overpass we are on is
unnecessarily high
because we both know
better than the engineers
who created such a
silly design without
asking our opinions.

@Home Studio – 200^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Overpass photos to accompany my poem:

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Family Tree

July 25, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 198 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/CaYPCb

This family tree has deep roots
and strong rings over a hundred
years old that support 16 great
branches, only one set of twins.
Winnie is the beautiful bough from
which my little shoot springs forth.
Barney, Red, Jewel, Myrtle, Tip, Sis,
R. G., Sicker, Grady, P. W., Annie,
Ralph, Alice, twins Abbie & Toby.
So many families have been born
from that soil, sprouted buds and
fresh vibrant leaves, grown sweet
fruit to nourish many generations.

@Home Studio – 198^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Family Tree photos to accompany my poem:

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Impossible Peace House of the Dragon

July 25, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 197 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/BcZSjF

The Hatfields and McCoys-like family feud
that was the Brackens and Blackwoods
paled in comparison to the bodies used
for fodder by those fighting for the throne.
The Dance of Dragons has begun in earnest,
despite the unspoken awareness by all that
bloodshed of kin by kin is a most appalling
form of violence to the gods of their ancestors.
While the men gnash their teeth, and their
dragons chomp at the bit, the women kneel
before alters of stone lighting candles and
whisper of impossible peace, the intent of
kings, and the wishes for undoing wrongs.

@Home Studio – 197^th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 3.)

Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.

Runner ups for the Queen Prayers photos to accompany my poem: