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I'm surrounded by family and too much food. What a lucky poet am I! And, I'm wishing you the same.
Thank you, Ruth, for hosting this week's round-up at There's No Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town.
November is
A gravy word
mixed of all the year's juices
with a little salt and pepper
and dark-by-five spice.
It runs in muddy
after football and lacrosse
wanting a shower and dinner
before homework time.
November is a chilly
rainy day chat
with a cuppa cocoa
or, a book.
Maybe a cat or dog
sleep near your fireplace.
November is for remembering
our First Peoples
Veteran’s who stepped up
Diwali
and voting for who
will lead until next
November--
In November we put our feet up
eat a little too much
while watching the parade
after raking blessings
into orange and gold quilts
to cover flower beds
for winter sleep.
(c) Linda Mitchell 11/25/21
I came across a painting of St. Luke while perusing wikiart.org one day. St. Luke's biblical symbol is an ox. Imagine my delight when I found Hamish by Luke's side in the painting. Hamish has a Thanksgiving prayer on his padlet.
Beautiful, Linda. 'Raking blessings into orange and gold quilts'🧡 A gravy word, running in muddy. There is just so much! (And I'm remembering our shared November cuppas and chat; in your kitchen, the coffee shop, and your library.💛)
ReplyDeleteHamish's Thanksgiving prayer wonderful. Keep us free from the slippery mud of sin, indeed!
Also ... It just popped into my head, that Hamish could write an oxymoron poem. (Not that it's a form that I know of. But surely he could think of something!)
A gravy word! Dear Linda, you are indeed a lucky poet. And we are lucky readers! You and Hamish have got to do an oxymoron poem as Kat suggested. Pretty please? Brilliant! xo
ReplyDeleteLinda, there is so much to love here. "dark-by-five spice" and "raking blessings" into those gorgeous quilts fill my eyes. I am hoping not only for an oxymoronic poem, but also a whole series of month personification poems. Is this the first month you've written about?
ReplyDeleteFor the win with "the slippery mud of sin" and "dark-by-five spice!" Here's another vote for an oxymoron poem!
ReplyDeleteYou have nailed November, Linda. "It runs in muddy" and "November is a chilly rainy day chat." I love LHA's quote, too. Happy November and Holiday to you.
ReplyDeleteSimply wonderful, Linda. I love "all the year's juices" & that you included special ones we need to remember. And, I think Hamish is headed to be in a book!
ReplyDeleteDark-by-five spice. So true. What a great poem!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this! I love the idea of five-space in gravy, too - wow. And imagining it muddy and a bit cold at first with sports and then warmed by the end -- and ready for sleep! -- is a very complete picture. I really, really like this!
ReplyDeleteOh, my--I adore that first stanza, and you did capture the full range of November's curses and blessings (although you made the wet chilly curses sound cozy also). And oh, if I were going to be Christian, would that I were Christian like Hamish, in his bellowing beside the vellum, in his steady plod around the slippery mud of sin.Blessings to you, Linda!
ReplyDeleteThis is great, Linda--and that first stanza is just killer! Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteLinda, I am finally here. Thank Hamish for the beautiful morning prayer with the thought: "keep us free/from lameness, malady/and the slippery/mud of sin." In our haste for blessings, we sometimes forget the animals that surround us and their needs. Interesting that your final November thought, "after raking blessings/into orange and gold quilts/to cover flower beds /for winter sleep", reminds me that the gardeners came this weekend to tuck my garden beds in for their long winter nap. Blessings for your post, Linda.
ReplyDeleteWow, Linda, there's so much I love about this poem, especially:
ReplyDeleteNovember is a chilly
rainy day chat
with a cuppa cocoa
and the ending:
after raking blessings
into orange and gold quilts
to cover flower beds
for winter sleep.
Marvelous! And Hamish's poem is terrific too, especially the ending:
keep us free
from lameness, malady
and the slippery
mud of sin.
So perfect as Hamish stands beside St. Luke, the patron of physicians as well as of artists. Well done!
November is gravy! I love that. And all the other things that November is...and now to check in on Hamish.
ReplyDeleteOh Hamish, your way with words. the slippery mud of sin...wow plus writing on vellum paper
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