Happy New Year, Poets!
I'm so glad we are writing and reading together at this fresh start.
Since joining the Poetry Friday community I've enjoyed selecting one little word. It's more writerly than a resolution. Last year, I broke the rules with a phrase, at-ease.
Yikes! Perhaps breaking of the rules added to our 2020 jinx. I'm steering clear of that in 2021 with a word and practice that I've admired of Irene Latham. She not only chooses a word but also writes a related poem each week, posting the poems on a padlet.
I like the practice of her idea and the surprises that her word lead me to as a reader.
Without any further ado, I present my one-little-word 2021.
I've been collecting artwork, quotations, proverbs, symbolism, and zoological bits of information about Ox and Oxen. 2021 is the Year of the Ox in the Asian calendar.
I'm looking forward to where Ox leads.
offering to lay pine straw...then ask for exorbitant fees.
He's not hungry
all the time,
but would eat
if food were offered.
brings wildflowers to Ox
to munch in the evenings
after his days walking
the girl gathers
in her skirts to feed him
with red-purple streaked palms.
when the Wicked One arrives.
Ox sniffs the air,
with his stick
Ox looks up
to Ox as he says, yes
to the Wicked One.
turns his ears this way and that
listening for waxwing trills
listening for the girl
who must be in the thicket still--
Make sure you hop on over to Ruth's There's No Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town for our first 2021 Round-up. She's wondering what we'd like to burn from 2020 as well as what unexpected happiness we will hold onto. Thank you, Ruth.