Melding prompts again today with Poetic Asides suggestion to take the name of a plant, flower or tree and make it the title of your poem, and the NaPoWriMo.net prompt to pick something impossible from a list of statements, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens. The statement I picked was The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky. Because it’s Earth Day, I was also thinking about humanity’s propensity to shoot ourselves in our own earthbound feet.
Some things aren’t supposed to happen.
Stars aren’t supposed to rearrange themselves in the sky.
Flowers aren’t supposed to bloom at midnight.
We’re not supposed to be our own worst enemy.
Under the hood of night
Cassiopeia does yoga, corpse pose,
tries the lazy letter I on for size.
The datura opens, moonflower
swallowing the dark with her
soft white lips. Seducing
the sphinx moth with her scent.
The city’s backyard aglow
with the twinkling
oil refinery, burning 24/7.
the dark side.
Happy Earth Day! Obviously every day should be Earth Day, but I think the planet deserves a special holiday too. Especially since humanity seems so determined to do harm. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Georgic poem about agricultural and using the land responsibly. I’ve tried to blend it with the Writer’s Digest prompt to write an animal fable poem.
Earthworm Offers Farming Advice
When you dig, do it with purpose.
Keep soil aerated, filtrated.
Soft brown dirt you can hold
in your hand, raise to your nose
to catch a whiff of genesis.
Give back to the earth
more than she gives you.
It’s a short poem today because I’m about to leave for a writing workshop with Griffin award-winning poet Jane Munro. Lucky me! It was at one of these fine Edmonton Poetry Festival workshops two years ago that I had the pleasure of meeting poet Naomi McIlwraith. Her poems incorporate beautiful tributes to family and to her Métis ancestry, and are always conveyed with such rich detail. But perhaps the most wonderful thing about much of her writing is that she incorporates English with Cree. Check out a few here, including one of my favourites, “nôhtâwiy opîkiskwêwin – Father Tongue”