Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: “Writing Narrative Poetry” (posted by Bjorn)
“Today I thought we should explore the world of narrative poetry. As some of you who follows I also write flash fiction and today I want you tell me a story and use the tools for a storytelling and fit into a poem.
Today I want you to tell me a story (fiction or nonfiction), new or ancient.
Use the following literary devices.
.Select if the author will be a participator (first person), or an observer (third person) or an omnipotent being that can see all the perspectives.
.Select the tense it will be written in, usually past or present, but future can be quite interesting.
.Have a clear beginning putting us at a specific place and a time. Introduce the place using senses and imagery, a great way to use your poetic skills.
.Introduce us to the main character(s). Make me see and understand the person(s), try to describe the person by showing their actions rather than just describing them. If you describe them try to convey them in that distinguishing feature that makes me feel them.
.If you want to include some dialogue I think it will make the story more real.
.Let it have s clear end with or without a twist (change of perspective). Remember that even open ends is ending. Remember that the pace of story telling is just as important as poetic pace and rhythm, most good stories follow a narrative arc.
.Stories or poetry that convey a clear moral are often the strongest
.Think about a genre for your poem/story, it can fiction or for real.
Yet again, reclining on my iron bed, I see that beady-eyed raven. He stares from a perch outside my window. He is night-fright cawing, ‘Nevermore.’ He keeps my mind dark with dreams of my lovely Lenore. Yet, she is no more. Why does he persist in torturing me? My chamber feels like a prison, purple curtains rustle of their own accord, and still the raven caws, ‘Nevermore.’
I must be dreaming; am I screaming the name of my lost Lenore? Silence
when I ask, is it you come to visit, Lenore? Is it merely wind breathing upon my curtains, or is it more? Raven adheres to ‘Nevermore.’ I ponder the meaning of this single word, with no help from the bird.
I call him a devil sent to tear my brains, scramble them over my lost Lenore. His only response–’Nevermore.’ Though I am weary and beseech him to leave me in peace, he remains upon his perch, and vows to leave me, nevermore.