Here was the prompt for a borrowed poem: Because today is 3/11/13, I decided to go to a book near at hand, turn to page 13, scan down to the 3rd line, and choose eleven words to use in some form in a poem. I sort of cheated, by looking through four books until I found one that I could work with. This was Barbara Walker’s Feminist Fairy Tales, from the tale of Princess Questa. I chose the phrase, “. . .went out to walk the dunes in the wintry wind, weeping. . .” The final poem is perhaps a little overwrought, but it was cathartic to run with it, to see where it took me. (This was to be March Monday Morning, but I seem to have trouble posting poems in the mornings).
Out you went in the wintry wind
to walk the dunes, weeping
with only a scattering of sandpipers
to witness, and a scuttling crab.
The wind tore the tattered foam from the waves,
sent shreds of lather scudding like sailboats
over the sands, and wrenched your voice from you.
You keened your word
into the force of the gale
a wail, like a siren.
The wind snatched it up with such unholy force
it sucked the breath right out of you.
But your word was carried like a seed pod
in the womb of the wind, to break open
high above all our fields, releasing
a thousand seeds to fall to earth
as the wind itself grew ragged
and shattered into calmer breezes.
We felt them fall, like a net upon us,
and now we wait, our breathing bated
to see what will grow.
1. The perfect hexagonal symmetry of a purple crocus in the lawn, three petals curving inward, three curling out. No wonder the bees find themselves at home in there.
2. Sorted Legos. That seems a little OCD, but something about having them all sorted into piles of color shifted the boys’ attention, and their play become more focused and cooperative for a time.
3. Tiny green things poking up their heads in the greenhouse. The way onions come up folded like laundry and then gently unfold into the sun.
4. Corn casserole–yay for last summer’s frozen bounty!
5. Courage for the difficult conversations.
One way to keep the cats from actually sitting on the counter. . .