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Bone is a most interesting thing.
It encrypts brick and feather
it's shaped
with shades of blue
like ice midwinter
that Maine winter of cerulean snows
when a small boy's
sledding yells rappelled
down the hill.
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But now
spring is a carousel
that spins a kindred melody
(Are daffodils ciphers
bloomed to mock death?)
brings a bone wish
to walk again
the garden
to feel earth's curve
under spine.
Inspired by Hannah Gosselin's blog, Metaphors and Smiles, back in March where she gave intriguing instructions for a Guided Poem. I liked it and have been playing with it since. Today's post by Grace over at Real Toads about Wallace Stevens pulled it together though. It's another in my Bone Poem series.
Bone encrypting brick and feather is a most interesting concept. I resonate with bone's wish to walk again now that spring is here, the "garden to feel earth's curve under spine". Very cool.
ReplyDeleteSpring is here in my little corner of the world as well, ahhh.
DeleteOh, I do like the poem, Mary. Well done. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, DJan. And your tulip photos are stunning.
DeleteI recognize the Guided Poem intro, but thereafter you have melded two styles very well. I think you separated the poet into two very balanced parts which work very well together.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed playing with the guided poem disparate instructions. Do you know of more of them?
DeleteWhat a stellar way of using the bone again inspired by the prompt... especially like the encryption of bone and feather...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bjorn, one of the steps in the guided poem was to use opposites to describe something.
DeleteThis is really cool!
ReplyDeleteThanks, MZ.
DeleteYou breathe life into the guided poem ~ I specially like the second part:
ReplyDeleteto walk again
the garden
to feel earth's curve
under spine.
Thanks for linking up with Real Toads ~ Happy Sunday ~
This was a fun prompt with the inspiration of Wallacw Stevens.
Deletelike ice midwinter
ReplyDeletethat Maine winter of cerulean snows and to feel earth's curve
under spine.....
are sooo lovely
Thanks, Debi.
DeleteThis really is just terrific. I especially love the first stanza--well also the second! The end so strong. But this coloration of bone, the brick and feather, and then the boy--the word rappel--is just so very powerful here--the whole thing is wonderful, Mary. k.
ReplyDeleteIt is the first time using a guided form and I liked it. The small boy was my grandson sledding our steep hill in Maine that winter of the endless snows. I loved weaving it in here.
DeleteTwo very unique ways of looking at bone. Beautifully creative.
ReplyDeleteI find it amazing how prompts can help shape poems into something better.
Delete"It encrypts brick and feather"...ah...i left that feathery part of me so long ago...but to walk again among flowers is just for us...a beautiful, beautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sumana, and thanks for stopping by.
DeleteEarth's curve under spine is about the best thing I can imagine; next to that boy rappelling down here. Thanks, Mary--take are, k.
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