Wow! I can't believe we're now two weeks into NaPoWriMo!
Today's featured participant is Judy Dykstra-Brown, who wrote thirteen unfortunate fortunes (plus one fortunate one), for Day 13's fortune cookie prompt.
Our poet in translation for Day 14 is Egypt's Mohamed Metwalli. The Brooklyn Rail has published a number of his poems in English translation: see here and here. Further poems are available from Jacket Magazine. You can also check out a recording of Metwalli in conversation with the poets Maged Zaher and Zhang Er, discussing their work and the problems of censorship.
And last but not least, our (optional) prompt! Today's prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a seven-line poem called a san san, which means "three three" in Chinese (It's also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.
Here's an example san san from TJ's blog, Bag of Anything:
Drinking the driven storm, the sturdy apple

Dances, between sky and earth, her spring-young leaves.

Knowing no purpose, knowing only season,

Her spring-young leaves, storm-driven, dapple

Earth and sky; all that my eye perceives

Dances. My eye drinks in the apple's spring-

Young leaves, her dance that has no reason:

Only the storm, driving each dappled thing.
As you can see, three images or terms are repeated: the driven storm; the spring-young leaves; the dance, and the seven lines rhyme per the pattern given above. I hope you have fun giving the san san a try.
Happy writing

Terrors in the night

Stricken with panic, fumbling for a flashlight

Moonlight dancing, conjuring demons, playing tricks with my mind

Panic stricken, running, escaping, out into the night

Demons conjuring armies of shadow puppets, my mind to embark

A lonesome figure, chanting, his mission to accost

The dark is stronger than the light, succubus is disinclined

Panic strikes, demons conjure, too late, my mind is lost