β theme of the month: spring, renewal & personal growth
Welcome to this monthβs writing prompts! March is the month of almostsβthe soft unraveling of winterβs grasp, the quiet ache of something just about to bloom. This is the space where poetry lives: in the in-betweens, the half-finished echoes, the fleeting light that lingers before itβs gone.
I hope these words stir something fresh and inspiring within you.
If you feel inspired by these prompts and share them on socials, donβt forget to tag me! If you post on Instagram, use the hashtag #cherryprompts so I can see your work.
Happy writing! π±β¨
β poetry prompts
four-leafed
lick the last frost from your knuckles and swallow the thaw
luck tastes like copper & candle wax
the wind wears perfume made of...
i was just a seed, dreaming of the ruin of becoming
the sky splits its lip on a crocus bloom
press clover to tongue, see if the earth forgives you
petals rot so sweet, donβt they?
your voice moves like a river over stones, wearing me smooth, wearing me gone, wearing me down to bone
cracked citrus & cathedral bells
β exclusive substack prompts
new roots in your chest
the sky doesn't know how to be blue anymore, it's fraying at the edges
your hands smell like sap & survival, like youβve been shaking hands with ghosts in the orchard again
a garden stretches in my throat, spilling from cracked lips
i turned my sorrow into wings
sonder (meaning: the realization that everyone has a life as full and complex as your own)
whispers of a life I almost lived
dancing, a shadow on the edge of dreams
step into the sunlight like it belongs to youβlike youβve earned every golden thread stitched into your skin
the first breath of spring feels like an unfinished prayer
β march ritual: writing with the wind
Find a place where the air stirsβan open window, a quiet balcony, a bench where the world hums softly around you. Let the wind press cool against your skin, tug at the edges of your thoughts.
Write something inspired by the breezeβrestless, whispering, never quite still. What does it carry as it passes? A trace of lilacs? A distant echo of laughter? The memory of something you almost forgot?
If the moment calls for it, let the lines slip from your hands. Write it on paper, fold it gently, and let the wind take itβan offering to the hush between seasons, a secret only the air will keep.
β muse of the month: forgotten fairy tales
Retell one of these tales, but twist itβmake it softer, wilder, or more tragic.
The Swan Maiden (Scandinavian Folktale) β A woman transforms between swan and human, symbolizing cycles of change.
The Snow Child (Russian Folktale) β A child made of snow melts with the arrival of spring, a haunting metaphor for impermanence.
Simply Lovelyβ¦
Mmmm I love the idea of writing something gorgeous and letting the wind carry it away...