NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 24: Marginalia from Medieval Manuscripts

 

Warrior Snail

 

You think a snail can’t fight,
but that’s a very limited
point of view.

Some of us are quite handy
with a rapier or a cudgel
made of dew.

 

 

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Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo.net was to write a poem inspired by marginal artwork on medieval manuscripts. I was particularly taken with these battle snails.

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 23: A Double Elevenie (and a Thank-You)

 

Before I show you the prompt I worked with from NaPoWriMo.net, and the resulting poem, I have to say how thrilled I was to be today’s featured poet, based on the cabbage-growing (or not growing) poem I wrote yesterday. Big thanks to poet Maureen Thorson for putting so much care into these daily prompts throughout April each year, and for the tremendous honor of having one of my poems spotlighted! Now, then:

“… an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. There are some good examples in the link above.

“A double elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all. It might be fun to try to write your double elevenie based on two nouns that are opposites, like sun and moon, or mountain and sea.”

Monarch Season

Caterpillar
eats milkweed
in an enclosure
inside, away from predators,
safe.

Butterfly
drinks nectar
in the garden
braving all the elements,
free.

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 22: A Georgic

 

 

Do You Have a Head for Cabbage?

Please wait two to three weeks to plant the cabbage,
during which time it will remain on your table
in its paper cup, most likely with roots snarling around
the bottom, taking up the entire cup or exceeding it.
Consider that you could just eat it now, get the whole thing
over with. You wouldn’t win the cabbage-growing contest —
or your son wouldn’t, that is — but let’s be honest:
Can you even find the thing that came home with the cabbage
from the Bonnie cabbage company, explaining the contest,
how to win that $1,000 at some point in the fall?
Spring to fall is a ridiculous length of time, in terms of
paper, its management, to say nothing of the growing of
this cabbage. Anyway, what you should do is an elaborate
daily study of light patterns from your dining-room window,
an assessment of the perfect spot, and perfect day to plant
cabbage. But there is no “perfect” here, thanks to bushes
and a palisade fence, the advancing shadow that overtakes
the scrubby shared yard. It may be best to hem and haw
over cabbage, water it like a houseplant until it’s clear
that it’s missed any chance at all, be haunted by a photo
that can never exist: your son in a plaid shirt, farmer-style,
holding up his harvested cabbage like a gruesome trophy,
a head on a pike, after a summer of fattening for the kill.

 

 

 

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Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo.net was to write a Georgic, which is an instructional and pithy agriculture poem. I decided to catch up with the cabbage plant that I wrote about earlier this month.

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 20: A Poem Using Terms from a Particular Sport

Designed for Use in Congested Areas

The WIFFLE (R) perforated plastic ball

is thrown like a baseball
and will curve very easily

different grips and releases
no need to throw the ball hard

designed for use in congested areas
the ball will not travel far

when solidly hit

ball chasing and base running
have been eliminated

an ordinary broom handle can be used

imaginary runners

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From a prompt at NaPoWriMo.net, using information from the WIFFLE company website. The whole time I wrote this, I was sort of memory-smelling a WIFFLE ball and feeling a sadness that may be nostalgia or may be a remnant of dismal times playing with one of these because there wasn’t much else to do — like at your grandparents’ house (or at mine, anyway).

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NaPoWriMo, Day 19: A Creation Myth

God Unveils the AirDancer (R)

 

Behold my finest creation:
a man as tall as a mighty elm,
with hollow arms and head,
ready to receive the breath of life
from a small compressor fan
and thence to dance, to wave,
to beckon human men and women
to purchase used cars, boats,
above-ground pools. I know I rested
already, on the seventh day, but
I might need to rest again, here on
day 512. I’ve outdone myself.
That much is clear.

 

 

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Based on a prompt at NaPoWriMo.net.

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