Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Linda at A Word Edgewise for Roundup.
First a nod to Nikki Giovanni who died earlier this week. What a bright light! I'm so glad so many of her words are still available to us. Her poem "Knoxville, Tennessee" is one I often share with students. Joy!
Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART features a winter scene by George Voronvsky. Just two more poems to go in this series!! Earlier this year I was inspired to write after two other George Voronvsky pieces:
For this poem I was thinking about writing. I was thinking about the book Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times by Katherine May and the poem "Wintering" by Sylvia Plath.
And I was thinking about pie. . . because we've been watching the latest season of The Great British Baking Show. :)
I wrote quite a few pages and versions, just playing, and I don't know that any of them all the way stick together, but I do like how this one ends with an unexpected (essential!) ingredient. Thanks so much for reading.
today
a slice of snow-pielatticed by bare birch
and pink sky
bees asleep
wolves resting
in a lazy heap
let the rabbits frolic!
invite the deer to dance!
inside you
daffodils roar toward
the surface
finally you are free
I'd like a slice of snow-pie!
ReplyDeleteA delightful dessert for sure! That bare birch lattice is perfect! What a great year of Art Speak! I look forward to your 2025 theme. It's so fun focusing on a word. I'm not quite promised to OLW yet. I'm hoping during the holidays it will become more clear to me.
ReplyDeleteOh I love "latticed" as a verb. So beautiful. I wrote about Nikki Giovanni memories this week, and I think that Dean read "Knoxville, Tennessee" at Highlights with us. It had been years since I'd heard that poem, and I really loved that he read it.
ReplyDeleteEvery word is a delight, Irene. It's winter here & we could use some "snow-pie" but with Nikki's words, I'd like summer things, too! Have a nice weekend!
ReplyDeleteOh, how I long for that snowy-white winter! It's all wet and grey here, but I shall live my wintery dreams vicariously through your words.
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