I hope you are well...here we are at Poetry again. Thank goodness. How do days of staying at home fly by so quickly?
This first Friday of the month means that the SWAGGERS are meeting a challenge. Whoo Hoo!
Our challenge for today comes from Molly who asked us to write an epistolary poem. She pointed us in the direction of Sarah Donovan's Ethical ELA post from February 19th in which guest blogger Allison Berryhill shared two master epistolary poems. Each beautiful mentor texts:
Dear Basketball by Kobe Bryant
and
Alive by Naomi Shihab Nye
My poem is much less weighty than the two above. It stems from a prompt in Laura Shovan's #WaterPoemProject this March-April.
Dear Karen,
I heard your
mutters over skis
mutters over skis
collecting dust this winter
ice skate blades gone dull
ice skate blades gone dull
your complaints
of not a single snow day
making this school year long.
You fuss about ticks
breeding like crazy this year
for lack of a good deep freeze.
Meanwhile, I’ve been
budding to leafing out
trying to please.
for lack of a good deep freeze.
Meanwhile, I’ve been
budding to leafing out
trying to please.
I guess the only thing
I can do to get your attention
is make it look
like snow has fallen
just for you.
I can do to get your attention
is make it look
like snow has fallen
just for you.
XO, your flowering pear tree.
© Linda Mitchell
#waterpoemproject Day 25
Thank you to Elizabeth Steinglass for hosting this week's round-up. I'll be stopping by to check on all my poetry buddies.
More SWAGGER responses to the epistolary poem challenge can be found at:
Catherine at Reading to the Core
Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
Before you go, today is #GlobalGwen Day which is the 50th anniversary of the day Gwendolyn Brooks won a Pulitzer Prize. If you happen to be out and about on twitter, enjoy the celebration and response to this incredible poet. About a year ago, I wrote a poem in the style of Gwendolyn Brooks. I offer that today as part of #GlobalGwen.
Gemma
Gemma’s in the backyard
toes all up in mud
earth worms surround her
on high ground from a flood.
toes all up in mud
earth worms surround her
on high ground from a flood.
Gemma loves the worms
she talks to them and plays
that they are little children
to mind her little mama-ways.
It’s getting on toward dinner
she talks to them and plays
that they are little children
to mind her little mama-ways.
It’s getting on toward dinner
today's sun is sinking low
Gemma gently scoops up worms
and rocks them to and fro.
She sings a goodnight worm song
Gemma gently scoops up worms
and rocks them to and fro.
She sings a goodnight worm song
a sweepy tune for sleep
tucking worms in drier dirt
then runs inside on muddy feet.
tucking worms in drier dirt
then runs inside on muddy feet.
(c) Linda Mitchell