Welcome to National Poetry Month!
So much to do! I was away from home all day today, so tomorrow I will inaugurate this year’s Poetree in my dogwood.
Stacia Fleegal of the poetry blog Versify offers a challenge to read a poem a day. I won’t put all mine on videotape, but here’s today’s attempt.
I think I will try the April Poem-A-Day Challenge again. Today’s prompt is a two-fer: Write a Beginning poem. Write an Ending poem.
How the World Began
In the beginning, Spider
launched herself into the spring breeze
from a rattling stalk of dried nettle
toward a skinny maple sapling.
She missed the maple. Landed,
light-foot, in a heap of leaves
gathered around its base.
A quick scuttle upward, launched again
and through the breeze once more
to nettle stalks this time, and
the gossamer cord caught.
Then launched herself once more
into the gentle breath of wind
until she’d spun herself a world,
until she had encompassed all.
In the end, Spider gathered strands
and wove herself a spirit cloth of silver thread
to catch the wandering dreams
of mockingbirds and wild geese
passing over the chilly meadow,
following tomorrow’s sunrise.
1. Flicker calling from the treetops this morning
2. The golden flank feathers of the pheasant who walked through my parents’ lawn this afternoon, and his squeaky screen-door squawk.
3. The Fool, dancing on the edge, willing to take risks, to laugh lightly at herself, to seek adventure.
4. Energy. Taking responsibility for my own, learning to sense it, to listen for it, to watch, to shift it.
5. The smoke ring that emerged from the palo santo smudge that Nicky used this morning, how it rose so languidly through the grapevines, twisted, turned for a moment into a baby dragon, and dissipated like a mist, like a wraith.
May we walk in Beauty!