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Today's prompt came from Amaranth Borsuk. I tried The Deletionist to create an erasure poem from online text in a browser but it did not come up with anything interesting so I moved onto her Dictionary Assist prompt:
I chose weird, not that it vexes me much but I do get the e and i the wrong way round on occasion, this is one of those words that always makes me pause. (I'm sure everybody has a few in their vocabulary). Its Indo European root is wer, originally meaning to turn or bend. This is my poem:
I am your destiny, a rhapsody of relentless fate forced upon men believing themselves free.
I am the worm that crawls neural pathways, deflecting impulses, sparking the inevitable.
As the bough bends before the wind, so you bend before me. Will you break? You who are not oak but pine, bemoan bad luck as you snag yourself on my briars.
Mewling child, you are not worth my attention but I will not cede you freewill. Control is all.
My sisters and I delight in wyrd.
We gift you our sacred foliage, weave and sew the holy verbena into your lifeline.
We laugh to see you cornered, wrathful, compelled beyond reason to unthinking action.
Rejoice in your torment.
You are condemned to our care forever.
A writer - I think that says it all.