Day-18
NaPoWriMo-2026
Prompt: Today, we don’t challenge you to write all of a long, dramatic, narrative poem, but we invite you to try your hand at writing a poem that could be a section or piece of one. Include rhyme, include unlikely and dramatic scenes (maybe a poem about a bank robbery! Or an avalanche! Or Roman gladiators! Or an enormous ball held by mermaids, where there is an undercurrent (hee) of palace intrigue!) Basically, a poem with the plot of an opera (evil twins! Egyptian tombs! Star-crossed lovers! Tigers for no apparent reason!)
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They waited in sync with bated breath to listen to her
Her stories invoked the smouldering rage
Of all the dark demons roaming in the village.
She would tighten the saree pallu fiercely
Sit with her grandchildren, looking at them tenderly
Slowly, she would pile up layer after layer of stories
About the Rakhandar and his midnight soirees.
The young ones, with the pin-drop silence of the night, listen
Rakhandar, he was called by everyone, the village guardian.
He wore a dhoti, a turban, ghungroo on his feet and a goatskin shawl on his shoulder.
With a huge lathi and a mashall in his hands, a beedi in his mouth, he would wander.
Scouting the village with blazing eyes in the middle of the night
Banging his lathi, roaring loudly like a dragon, slaying the evil knights
His temples are sacred in the Goan villages. He is the destroyer of evil
Nobody stepped out of their houses when he was on his night patrol.
She would put out the lamp as soon as the kids fell asleep
They have dozed off listening to her voice in the shadows of the lamp.
There was no electricity in the village. By seven, it used to get dark
The thatched roof scurried with rats, and the streets echoed with a dog's bark.
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Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2026
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