The prompt- the poem that questions, the poem that answers
(ie create 3-5 pages for dirty 30, poem a day, nahaiwrimo -oregon writer’s colony, two sylvias press; red writers group,
template for web page prompt project
todos (ie create 3-5 pages for dirty 30, poem a day, nahaiwrimo -oregon writer’s colony, two sylvias press; red writers group, what’s that about pages: how to publish, using submittable, what to expect when)
Here is the prompt as it was given to me
from *insert name of group* and link to the page that describes group
Saturday 4/3 (date)
“Ode to Sitting in a Booth” by Aimee Nezhukumatathil (title with link to where to read the poem)
Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s poetry delights in the many muses of the animal world. Indulge in some casual research about a favorite wild creature; imagine what possibilities its habitat might hold out to the human imagination. Let wonder lead you through this poem.
Bonus: If you’re feeling stuck, try emulating this seven couplet structure, and consider how the conventions of a sonnet might help to contain your wonder.
Photo by David Frazer on Pexels.com
If you choose to indulge in the prompt or simply revel in the photo of an otter in a cave, I’m with you.
I chose to indulge in the concepts of home and survival and late-stage capitalism by personifying animals and animalizing persons. I’m very pleased with how this poem came out (it’s one of two that I wrote while waiting for my son to give me a ride home from the sleep clinic at 6 am). So gratitude for the poetry prompt (and the groups that spawn them), and to the amazing sleep technician David who found me paper and pen (which in a pre-covid world might have seemed insignificant but under current constraints was not) and to my son, for dragging his sleepy ass to get me from whatever corner of the world I may have wandered off to.
(critical review of poem in a separate page : I don’t like it like that) (or the prompt)
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(if the above blanks are blank, then I haven’t been doing my job at 1-submitting the beauty in question or 2-updating you on the progress)