Hello Poets,
I hope US friends can find a veteran to salute in some way today. I'm grateful that on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918 nations of our world chose peace over war.
Next week, November 13 - 19th is Folktale Week. This is a week of prompts presented to artists around the globe to respond to. Although Folktale Week began with illustrators, artists of all forms and formats are invited to participate.
This year's prompts are...
Lost
Ink
Sea
Sleep
Underground
Illusion
Found
I'm hoping to have some fun with these words over the next week. Maybe you'll join in too?
I was poking around for fairytale poems and found a poem inside this poem by Edith Weaver.
Lost Cinderella
By Edith Weaver
Little rich girl, with bells,
come running lightly as
the fawn of the fairytales
treading on musical leaves;
come running through the precious path
in the hypnotic forest
where nothing dares fall into a clutter of death
till you are past,
where the wind stands straight as an elm
to offer fringed shelter
and pale blossoms smile through an atmosphere
glossy as water.
The wolves and the witches will not deign
to lift their muzzles
from counting a spoil of screaming bone
to taste a tinkerbell
and your fortunate body has no skeleton
but cakes and perfume
that wrinkles the noses of neighboring children
who do not know you
but primly wait in the summerhouse
for the promised party
side by side with a council of solemn dolls
who try you in memory.
Do you see the pink highlighted words of a poem I found inside Weaver's poem? It's a great way to get into the vibe of Folktale Week.
Thank you, Karen Edminsten, for hosting this week's round-up. I've caught up with Word's padlet. Still on track for 52 word poems in 2023.
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| Little Red Riding Hood. [United States: publisher not transcribed] Photograph. Retrieved from the Library of Congress, <www.loc.gov/item/2018695236/>. |
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