Today I used the NaPoWriMo.net prompt calling for a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. The example was this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.” I went in a different direction, after finding some meanings of my surname, Mannix, here and here.
Name this green field after a rainstorm, the way the clouds cast shadows over a treeless meadow. Call the first blooming daisy little monk, for the way it lifts its face to the sky, gathers sun like faith. Mark your place on a well-worn path with the letter X, crossed sticks or the stems of two dandelions, so when the next traveller comes along, O' Mainichin or MacNeice, they will see something familiar in the inscription, knowledge that though the sounds may vary, over the course of one life or generations, something simple connects us to this place. Both as important and as plain as a blue pen, signing us into history.