Today I experimented with the NaPoWriMo.net prompt to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. The poem I chose was this translation of “Alcaic” by Tomas Tranströmer. The tone is certainly divergent from the original, but it was interesting to see what came out when I had to write within the constraints of starting letters and line-syllable counts.
Agitator That devil in me. I wait for your yell: the way your voice goes high, then deep. Simmering. In my bedroom, I bury my hot face in the pink quilt you made for me. I am never able to access why. Can’t tell you in words, the need to be seen takes over from the want to be good. Testing a needle against a balloon.