Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – “Opposites Attract, or Do They?” (posted by Lillian) Posting this on Open Link Night, as I was too late for the prompt.
The literary device of “antithesis” places two opposite ideas together in a sentence for example, to achieve a contrasting effect. One of the greatest examples of antithesis, in my opinion, comes in the opening of Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
So today, I give you wide latitude in how you use the literary device of antithesis / opposites. Write one poem that includes words that have opposite meanings. OR write two short poems about one event: each written from a different perspective or voice. OR take a well known nursery rhyme or parable and rewrite it in the opposite. Be humorous OR serious (two opposites there!). Instead of There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, make it a man!
She was never grateful, hateful to
myself and her step-sisters who gave
her a home. She yearned to roam,
acquire riches, called us poor
bitches. Naturally, she beamed
at the news.
Announcement of a grand
ball to be hosted by the prince,
seeking his princess. We were
all aflutter, while GrimmaBella
plotted and schemed to be noticed
by the prince. She wanted out.
Draped herself in finery stolen
from her godmother. Even threw
water at us, so she could arrive
first. Such a thirst could never
be quenched. GrimmerBella knew
well her own beauty, and the
contrast to her plainer step-sisters.
She made her entrance, flirted,
and danced with the prince.
We arrived to find a distracted
prince, seeming to look everywhere
but at GrimmerBella. He glanced
our way, instantly drawn to my
middle daughter, Honella. Simply
dressed, shy, with a quick smile, I could
see she touched his heart. GrimmerBella
fumed, stamped her feet breaking
one of those ridiculous glass shoes
she wore. All in vain. Next day,
an engagement was announced between
the prince and my sweet Honella.
Mortified, GrimmerBella called
a coach and disappeared from our
village. Rumor has it, she became
a recluse, madly waving a wand
about. Her life was one of misery.