With my word-weaver
clasped tightly,
fingers sweat with effort to complete
the task laid before me.
I lasso the thoughts
pouring from imagination-central
knowing all the while that
the hands of the space-marker
sweep too fast –
there is no leeway,
I cannot knee-bend for
grace and favour.
‘Tsk! Tsk!’
bony digits admonish,
epithet-hurlers curl
ready to strike.
‘Axe-wield afore clock-strike!’
Is all they will say.
Dead-Line
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Freya Writes... 
Ah I enjoyed writing for this prompt too – and playing with words is always a great thing. Your poem brings out that last busy moment very much alive.
Thank you, Abhra. My work life is full of them… I do seem to work better when time is of the essence!
Very interesting words you have created.. they make perfect sense… interestingly enough that’s how words are created today on Iceland.. word-weaver and imagination-central.. that’s perfect…
I didn’t know that about Icelandic words. That’s another place I want to visit before too long – it fascinates me (including the knitting!). Thank you for the prompt, Bjorn, it was great.
Iceland is a fascinating place.. and yes those sweaters are so great… We went there a few years ago and travelled around the island….
ha. the kennings give it such a quick pull to is…i like that you wont knee-bend for grace and favour…ha…wield that axe word-weaver…smiles.
Thank you, Brian. Sharpening my axe as I write… 🙂
I think you have done very well Freya, I enjoyed your poem, now to try it myself……hmmmm……lets see what happens.
Thank you, Michael. I’ll pop over and see what you created!
yes… never knee-bend for
grace and favour… ha.. cool weave here freya.. loved the imagination-central
Thank you! Imagination-central was originally control-central!
Oh how often have my fingers sweat at the task before me, especially in the poetry blogosphere where ‘imagination-central’ really does not always co-operate as I wish it would. I do hope for grace though sometimes & will never throw epithets at someone else’s efforts!! (Ha, we all do the best we can!)
Yes, my imagination-central doesn’t always do as I would hope, either! Thank you, Mary.
These days I use a keyboard more often than a word weaver, especially at work where I rarely feel I weave words. I hope the epithet-hurlers do not strike too often. The pressure is very tangible in your poem. Hopefully this is not the way you feel too often.
To be honest, I think my epithet-hurlers are my inner critic, rather than people outside of my head! No, I don’t feel that pressure too much, really. Not in the way it is expressed here – call it poetic license!
I hate it when I am writing or doing something close to the deadline ~ I like the word-weaver & space marker most ~
I quite like a deadline – not too tight, mind… 🙂
‘Tsk! Tsk!’
bony digits admonish,
epithet-hurlers curl
ready to strike.” These words have the nightmarish quality that being under the gun creates. Very good portrayal of pressure and use of the kennings.
Thank you. I imagine a long, crooked finger with a broken, dirty fingernail….
A pox on deadlines, even though most of us who run with the dVerse dog-poets do find ourselves under the gun to meet the Pub opening deadline. I missed it by 15 minutes myself today, working on my epic kenning saga; your poem said as much as mine without the length; good job.
‘the dVerse dog-poets’ – what a great phrase! Yes, we do put ourselves under the cosh, don’t we?!
this one is: Freya writes…under pressure! i like the “word-weaver” and “epithet-hurlers” 🙂
Thank you!
very nice wielder of the word-weaver 🙂
Thank you1
I really like it… the kenning part of it is especially wonderful.. 🙂 from word-weaver to epithet-hurlers, nice pairing of words and that which produce clear images.
I’m glad you enjoyed it – it was quite tough to get in the swing of it to start off with.
Interesting as the digit of art and creativity..are in a keyboard..of either and or choice of only one digital key at a time..
when at one time words..actually flowed without staccato dissonance..
from a key at a time…in cursive..art..instead..
But then there is playing a keyboard..which in a way is staccato dissonance as we..peck..
not like the direct strumming of a string..that hold true in analog..flow…
But i am one of the fortunate ones..
my hand writing..sucks..anyway..;)
no art there for
me..i’ll keep playing my keyboard..
for real meaning still…a peck at a time..
with tapestry flow…
Yes, pen versus keyboard is interesting. I can be equally creative with both, although my handwriting is fairly illegible these days too… sometime seven I struggle with it!
That was a very interesting Kennings to say
Thank you!
A nice example my friend 🙂
Andro
Thank you, Andro.
You are welcome 🙂
Have a sweet weekend…
Andro
I always enjoy your compressed verses, which have so many references in them. I’d never heard fhat word your friend championed
Thank you, Peter. By nature they have to be compressed since I write them on the move! Kennings are new to me as well – we live and learn!
Dead-line has something positive too, teach us to focus, organize our thoughts..~ well done, love your kennings.
Yes, it does focus the mind…! Thank you 🙂
I am so bad about waiting until the last minute to do anything, that I had to smile when I read your poem. You nailed the sense of anxiety and the feeling that you brought it on yourself. I think the Kennings work well and I love the title.
Thank you. These days, I really only work best under that kind of pressure, but I also go through agonies putting myself through it! 🙂
Oh that kind of pressure can be good, and it can be crushing. Love your poetic take on it though. Well done!
Thank you, Shanyn!
You deftly portrayed the white-knuckle feeling of being up against an inflexible deadline. I especially liked word-weaver.
Thank you, Barry.