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Hello friends, writers and poets.
Björn here, trying to inspire you to write prose. It is always hard to find a good line to embed in a piece of prose, but after looking around this line caught my attention:
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Elliot.
This is actually the first professionally published poem by T.S. Eliot in the June 1915 issue of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. The poem, described as a “drama of literary anguish”, is a dramatic interior monologue of an urban man stricken with feelings of isolation and an incapability for decisive action.
Thomas Stearns Elliot was born in S:t Louis Missouri 1888 he became one of the pioneers of British modern poetry after he moved to Oxford in 1914. At the beginning his poetry was considered “outlandish”, and he also faced some resistance from being an American, but he settled and in 1927 he renounced his US citizenship and became a British citizen
He was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 1947 and died in Kensington on 4 January 1965.
To write a contribution you will have to incorporate the given line into a piece of prose of no longer than 144 words (including the given line but excluding the title). You may punctuate and divide the line as you want, but you cannot insert any words into the line.
When you have written your prose to your blog, linking back to dVerse, you enter a link to your entry in Mr. Linky below.
There you will also find all the other entries, so remember to read (and comment) on the other entries. You can also leave a comment below and potentially take part of the discussion.


The first time I read the line, I read “the yellow frog.”🐸 I wish that was the line.🤣
Ha… that would have been something.
Hello, I hope you enjoy the quote and use it at its best. I thought it would fit for autumn prose. I have not a very fancy meny today, just some sourdough bread, brie cheese, and an assortment of mocktails and cocktails.
Hello Bjorn and All. I’m sorry I couldn’t shake the menace of yellow fog. Could I please have 2 slices of sourdough toast with brie, and an Arnold Palmer? It’s about 80F here today.
Your order is coming up. I hope it tastes well… the yellow fog made me think of the way the famous London pea soup fog once used to torment the city.
Thanks, Bjorn. Cheers! We get fog like that sometimes but not often.
I just want to thank you guys for putting up with my current bartender blitz, I’m almost done filling out my next book 🙂 Poems from Behind the Bar – I’ll be sure and name this Pub as inspiration!
Christopher
The sounds like great news… and I just read your story which seems like another bar… a bar of bad decisions.
What a very cool line to pick it’s from one of my favorite Elliott poems. Thank you so much.
Thank you for the feedback…
Hi Bjorn, thanks for the interesting prompt line.
I think you did great with the line also
Hi everyone, thanks Bjorn for a creative line, it was good to stretch my mind.
I love that it inspired you… I look forward to see what you came up with
I take it you made the sourdough bread yourself Björn and I would love to try some since it is breakfast time now…
Of course it is homemade… and maybe a cup of coffee or tea to go along with it.
Hi, Björn! Thanks for hosting. I love that poem and enjoyed writing for the prompt very much.
Great to gave you joining Jay… I will soon be there to read.
Unfortunately, I missed the cut off date for Mr. Linkey, but I am leaving my link here. I always enjoy writing to this prompt. Through the Fog | Thru Violet’s Lentz
Nice to have you here anyway…. 🙂