Hoe Cakes (Poem + Recipe)

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit terrific Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect for Roundup.

Here we are on the eve of National Poetry Month...wow! I love this time of year. Thanks to Jama at Jama's Alphabet Soup for including a roundup of National Poetry Month projects...so inspiring!

I will have much to share with you next week, when Poetry Roundup is here...and the Progressive Poem is here...and my public poetry project to which so many of you have contributed will be up and running!

Here's a sneak peak of some of the bounty that has arrived in my mailbox these past weeks. (Those arriving in the past few days not pictured...rest assured, if you've heard from me, I do have your poems!! YAY!) Poems from 25 poets across the US and Australia and Canada, too! You poets are AWESOME. I'll have pics for you next week of the finished project.

In other news, I'm honored THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON was named a Lee Bennett Hopkins Poetry Award Honor Book. Woohoo! So many congratulations to Georgia Heard and Rebecca Kai Dotlich for the (beautiful) winning title WELCOME TO THE WONDER HOUSE and to Chris Harris whose MY HEAD HAS A BELLYACHE also earned an Honor. Much gratitude to the committee. Mwah! And of course, to Lee, who did (and does!) so much to promote children's poetry. I know he's up there smiling.

I have Rose Cappelli to thank for this week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART.  Thanks, Rose!

Along with her poems for the bulletin board, she sent me a card featuring art by Horace Pippin. 

Fun fact: Rose was one of the co-authors of the teaching guide for the picture book biography of Horace Pippin by Jen Bryant, illus. by Melissa Sweet called A Splash of Red: the Life and Art of Horace Pippin. 

Right away I found several of Horace's pieces that I knew I wanted to write after. Here is the first one, which features a special childhood memory...and the title is a nod to a favorite of mine: "I Go Back to May 1937" by Sharon Olds.

I Go Back to Hoe Cakes

Sitting on a stool
in Grandma's cozy
pine-cabinet kitchen

watching her sun-worn hands
add warm water and salt
to Hoover's cornmeal

how she'd pat the dough
with those long
Florida pioneer fingers

ease it into the oil-slick
of that old iron skillet

my tongue somersaulting
as it sizzled and browned—

Is it ready yet?

Grandma's grin
as she lifts it with a spatula,
flips it onto a plate

where it cools for a quick minute
then Grandma pulls
off a little piece

just for me.

- Irene Latham

And now for the recipe! You'll find all sorts of hoe cake recipes online, but none of them are the one I grew up with. So I decided I should include the recipe in this post. 

First of all, you have to have the right kind of cornmeal, which is Hoover's fine-sifted white corn meal. 

Whenever any of our family members are visiting the Florida panhandle, we always stop in at the Piggly Wiggly in Port St. Joe and pick up a couple of bags. (You can now also order them on Amazon, but that's not nearly as much fun!)

The recipe is just three simple ingredients: corn meal, water, and salt. (Do NOT forget the salt.) My Grandma used the recipe on the back of the bag, though she didn't ever measure anything. She was an eyeballer (as am I!). The dough should resemble pancake batter in thickness. Here's the official recipe on the bag...and our family's recipe typewritten for you. Also, please find a couple of pics below. (Note: The bag calls it all-one-word "Hoecake." Our family has always made it two words: "Hoe Cake.")

Hoe Cake (Dykes Family/Florida Panhandle Style)

1 cup Hoover's corn meal

1 cup boiling water or milk (we never used milk; and the water can just be hot water from the tap)

3/4 tsp. salt

iron skillet (seriously: if you don't yet cook with iron, you must get yourself a good, aged skillet from a family member or thrift store. This hoe cake will not turn out right in any other kind of skillet.)

Mix all ingredients.

Let it sit a minute. (It will expand.)

Heat oil in an iron skillet (medium-high).

Pour in batter.

Let cook until brown on one side (if you try to turn it too soon, it will crumble; it'll test your patience, but you have to wait for it...it always takes longer than I think it should! 

When you can slide my spatula under the whole cake without it scrambling, you'll know it's ready to turn!)

Brown it on the other side. (It may get a little black in places. That's okay! More iron for you!)

Remove from skillet and let drain/cool on a plate lined with paper towel.

Enjoy!

p.s. Had to share this:

from my 2013 scrapbook!

Dream Poems

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit radiant Rose at Imagine the Possibilities for Roundup.

This week I started teaching Haiku workshops for Friends of the Locust Fork River. (For the first time ever, their annual contest will include poetry!) And since poetry is for all ages, I shared time this week at our local Senior Center and also with 7th and 9th grade biology students at Locust Fork High School. I've got a couple more sessions in the coming weeks.Yay!

Something I've been thinking about lately is how poetry is tied to dreams. I have oft shared the book From Where You Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction by Robert Olen Butler. (Sure, the subtitle says "fiction" but the book applies to poetry as well!) And I myself have written and shared quite a few dream poems here at Live Your Poem:

A Dream of Sheep

What Tiger Dreams

Writing Down a Dream

This Poem is a Dream

A Dream of Yellow

A Dream of Red

Garden Rabbit's Dream

Dream with Three Hearts

A Dream of Wheat

October Dreams

A Dream of Winter

Fishing in Spring (Life is But a Dream)

And today for this week's installment of ArtSpeak: FOLK ART, I've got a (dreamy) piece by Joseph Garlock, who was a Russian immigrant-turned-American-artist. Also, while researching for this poem, I found this great article on shepherding (written by a shepherd). Thanks so much for reading!

So Says the Shepherd of Dreams

When sheep
descend from sky
desert throws bouquets
at their feet

and prickly cacti
(usually so solemn)
lift their arms
welcome, welcome!

- Irene Latham

Celebrating LEAFY LANDMARKS with Michelle Schaub

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit terrific Tanita at fiction, instead of lies for Roundup. 

A couple of reminders: 1) I'm accepting YOUR poems for inclusion in my Poem in Your Pocket public art project through the end of the month! Details here.  So many thanks to those who have already sent me poems...Blount County, Alabama, is going to be awash in poetry!! 2)I got a notice from canva that I just created my 500th project! Y'all! I do love me some canva. :)

Today I'm excited to welcome Michelle Schaub today to Live Your Poem, in celebration of her "tree book," LEAFY LANDMARKS: TRAVELS WITH TREES by Michelle Schaub, illus. by Anne Lambelet, brought to us by the good folks at Sleeping Bear Press. Each spread features a poem and informational text about the tree. Lovely!

One of my favorite poems is the one about Methuselah, located in Inyo National Forest (California). I love "advice" poems!

Advice from an Ancient

by Michelle Schaub

Dear Sprout,

take a look about.

Life is no pruned arbor here.

This arid, barren mountainside

will toughen up your tender hide.

Wind and ice don't play nice.

You'll be mangled, tangled, tattered

bent and battered.

You'll grow haggard and resistant.

And if you are persistent,

in a thousand years or so

you'll come to be

a wizened, wise survivor

just like me.

Sincerely,

Old Bristlecone

And now, here's Michelle, responding to three simple prompts about LEAFY LANDMARKS!

Fresh: Layers are important in a children’s poetry collection. I know this. As I worked on Leafy Landmarks, I tried to incorporate intriguing layers. Poetry: I wrote the poems in a variety of different forms. Nature: I celebrated the importance of trees to our planet. History: I shared each tree’s connection to a historical moment. Yes, my collection had layers. But something was missing: the fresh story that would propel the poems forward and give the collection heart. Then, as I was looking over some photographs of the trees taken during my on-site research, I recalled the fun my family and I had while trekking to find these landmarks. Our “tree travels” had brought us closer together, as family adventures often do. And there was my final layer, the one with momentum and heart, the fresh angle I needed to set this collection apart: a family road trip across the country to discover Leafy Landmarks: Travels with Trees.

Difficult: Speaking of road trips, Leafy Landmarks has had a long, winding journey with many roadblocks and detours. I first started working on Leafy Landmarks in 2007, when I visited my local arboretum and noticed a plaque beneath a stately oak. The plaque explained that the oak had once been a gathering place for the Potawatomi people. I began researching the histories of other trees. I collected these tree stories in a nonfiction, prose manuscript and send it out. Eventually, after several rejections, a publisher expressed interest. They wanted to publish the book with photographs of the trees to accompany my text. While I was eager to be published, the direction of the project didn’t feel right. I envisioned the story with vibrant illustrations. After some difficult soul searching, I put on my turn signal and exited. My “tree book,” gathered dust in my manuscript garage for several years. In the meantime, I started writing poetry and honing my poetic voice. I decided to revisit the “tree book” as a poetry collection. Lots of rejection. A few nibbles. One publishing house offered a contract and then didn’t follow through. (This was the lowest valley on the book’s journey.) Detour: I re-mapped the collection as a road trip. More rejections. I was just about to cut the ignition for good when I signed with my current agent, Lisa Amstutz. Lisa really liked my “tree book” and wanted to take it for a submission spin. The book caught the eye of Barb McNally at Sleeping Bear, who made an offer. Leafy Landmarks’ 18-year ride has reinforced what I’ve heard so often on my publishing journey: the race does not go to the swift, but those with patience and persistence to endure.

Delicious: Anne Lambelet’s illustrations are simple scrumptious! I love how she weaves together the modern story of the family on a road trip with the historical events surrounding the trees. On each spread, Anne captures the vibrant personality of these leafy landmarks. Through Anne’s art, their stories nearly jump off the page.

Thank you, Michelle! So many congratulations!!!

For those who enjoy Book Buddies (as I do!), a lovely companion to this book would be THE WITNESS TREES: HISTORIC MOMENTS AND THE TREES WHO WATCHED THEM HAPPEN by Ryan van Cleave, illus. by Dom Dom (Bushel & Peck Books).

And now for today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem! I've been learning about Bessie Nickens (1906-2004) from a lovely article by Kevin Grogan in the Spring 2003 edition of Folk Art Messenger. 

In addition to her paintings, Bessie also wrote a book called Walking the Log: Memories of a Southern Childhood (Rizzoli International Publications, 1994). In an effort to honor Bessie's multiple modes of creativity, and the creative spirit she and I (and you!) totally have in common, I decided to go with a Golden Shovel poem, featuring one of her quotes. Thanks so much for reading!

You Should Know (Poem for My Friend Who May Have Forgotten)

I wake before dawn sometimes,

pull out my paints and brush. When

my hand starts moving, I

simply follow it. Sometimes I sit

all day, never setting the brush down,

coaxing colors, asking my memories to

swirl and twirl into shapes made of paint.

If you call and I don't answer, it's because I

am spilling stories onto the page. Don't

worry, I'm not lost or found. Do you know

what that feels like? If you're nodding, yes, exactly,

then you should stop reading this poem, get to what's

really important: creating! Doesn't matter who's coming

or how dirty the floor. Get those stories out!

- Irene Latham

Brothers poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit lovely Laura Purdie Salas for Roundup.

with 3 SC Librarians of the Year (l-r):
Pamela Williams, Angela Durham,
& Lonie Lewis (2024 winner!)

Shout out to South Carolina educators! Charles and I had so much fun meeting folks and talking books with you at South Carolina Association of School Librarians in Columbia. Thank you for inviting us.

Writer-friends: don't miss my post over at Smack Dab in the Middle about How to Rebound from Rejection. (This writing biz can be so tough sometimes!)

the boys, the girls, & MJ

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem is about brothers. I have three brothers—two older and one (adorable) younger. Also, a sweet sister. Lucky, lucky me! My two older brothers were called "the boys," and me and my sister were "the girls." Little brother MJ was and always will be in a category all by himself.

As much as we all want the story of the loving, protective brothers, that wasn't my experience. There were some really rough times with "the boys." My poem could have been much much darker. And I know I'm not the only one: there are children in the world who have similar experiences. We don't get to choose our siblings, and parents don't always know how to protect children from each other. So I wanted my poem to share that truth, but in a lighter way.

I do credit my brothers for helping make me the strong, compassionate person I am today. They also helped prepare me for raising three boys. And they are still teaching me about acceptance and forgiveness.

The artist is another Alabamian, Charlie Lucas. Thanks so much for reading.

Brothers

A storm is coming—
a storm called “the boys.”
They tease
and they taunt.
They wreck all my toys.

Maybe they're fine individuals,
just not when they're together.
Day darkens,
sky rumbles and stirs.
Anyone can predict this weather!

When the boys come around,
I take cover in my room.
I may be a streak of lightning;
but they are all thunder:
boom boom BOOM!

A storm is coming.
It comes everyday.
Sure, blizzards eventually blow over.
But Mom says, like it or not,
the boys are here to stay.

- Irene Latham

Moose in Winter

camellias from our yard!

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit lovely Linda at TeacherDance for Roundup.

If you haven't had a chance, I invite you to read my Poetry from Daily Life column. Many thanks to David Harrison for including me!

Now, a reminder: I'd love to feature your poems in my public poetry project! Details here.

Also, Charles and I are grateful and excited about folks signing up for our Highlights Working Retreat for Poets June 23-26. Please join us!

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART is after a piece by Vollis Simpson.

 Thank you, Kay McGriff for telling me about Vollis! 

There's even a whirligig park in Wilson, North Carolina featuring Vollis' whirligigs. (Yes, I will be visiting.) 

And if you want to incorporate whirligigs into your STEAM day, check out this lesson plan!

In researching Vollis, I stumbled upon a publication I must get: The Folk Messenger! It's a benefit of membership to the Folk Art Society of America. Yes, please!

I was drawn to the moose in this whirligig, I think, because we don't have moose in these parts. Deer, yes. Lots of deer! But moose are SO HUGE! They definitely bring to mind places like Minnesota and Canada, the North Woods I've read about in so many Gary Paulsen books. Thanks so much for reading!

Moose in Winter

You'll know him by his crown of bone—
and how he enjoys being alone.

He plods across morning—cold, stark—
ripping tender strips of willow bark.

A king's feast! And when twilight falls
he beds against warm-snow walls.

Moon curtsies, and all the stars bellow.
(They rather like this majestic fellow.)

- Irene Latham

Wanted: YOUR POEMS!

 Hello an Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit terrific Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for Roundup.

I've got lots of exciting poetry things coming this spring. One of them is a public poetry project. Thanks to poetry friends Jay Brazeau and Joan Riordan for helping to keep this flame alive in my heart!

some pockets that need
poem-friends!

 This year I am in charge of the bulletin board at my local library for National Poetry Month. I've decided to focus on Poem in Your Pocket Day, and I'll be using a display of actual (mostly denim) pockets cut from thrift-store clothing. I'd like to fill those pockets with YOUR POEMS! Family-friendly poems that patrons of all ages can pull from the pockets on the bulletin board and take home to display or gift or ponder...or simply smile over! 

**If you'd like to contribute some printed poems to this project, that would be awesome! And I know that readers in Blount County, Alabama, will be enriched and entertained by your words. 

This is totally something you can hand-print or print on your at-home printer...could be bookmarks or index cards...any slip of paper that would fit in a pocket but stick out a little (for easy grabbing)! 

I'd suggest individual poems printed on paper at least 4 inches tall, but not wider than 3.5 inches. 

As for how many, I'm thinking 5-30 per poet? 

(This is my first time doing this, so I'm not sure how many patrons will snag poems. But the bulletin board will be up all month long, and there will be 15-20 pockets... I sure don't want to run out of poems! Any leftovers I will circulate at various conferences and poetry workshops I have scheduled this year.)

You can mail them to me by April 1, 2024 at PO Box 122 Oneonta, AL 35121. Alternatively, if you create a digital file and send me a PDF, I can print them for you!

... and I will certainly share pics of the completed project!

Questions? Please put them in comments or email me: irene (at) irenelatham (dot) com.

In other happy news, Nine: A Book of Nonet Poems (Charlesbridge, illus. by Amy Huntington) was selected as a Mathical Honor Book! 

Y'all, this book came out during lockdown in 2020, and in the midst of a flurry of other releases, so I wasn't able to celebrate it properly. So this recognition feels especially sweet. So many congratulations to all the other book creators whose works were honored...and many thanks to the committee!

Also: My contribution is next-up in David Harrison's Poetry from Daily Life column. I'll post a link next week!

This week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem is the third one this year about death. Earlier I posted We Bring Flowers: A Funeral Song and Mule Ringing the Doorbell in Heaven. And today I've got a memoriam poem! 

I kind of love thinking about my deceased loved ones, communing with them, bringing them into my daily life...my father, especially.

 Recently a friend asked me, "What's your favorite memory of your father?" And wow, I had a lot of answers to that question! But what stunned me was the question itself, and how I don't think anyone has ever asked me that. So I have really enjoyed wandering that particular memory-forest. 

So here's a poem, inspired by art created by Woodie Long.  I hope my father is up there reading this poem and that he is reassured that he is not and never will be forgotten.

For You (In Memoriam)

For you we
step outside,
greet steep March

wind. For you
we unspool
string and lift

kites. For you
we dash fast
and faster,

send blazes
of red silk
into blue

forever,
their bright tails
whip-wagging,

spinning—we
remember
you. We do.

- Irene Latham

p.s. This poem is a double tricube. xo

Pete the Cat!

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit marvelous Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for Roundup.

Oh my goodness, I had the best time with my mother and sister exploring northeast Alabama! One of the highlights was visiting Ft. Payne, home of Pete the Cat. (Ft. Payne is the original home of illustrator James Dean.) We visited all the Pete the Cat murals and his sidewalk star and took selfies and visited the shops...so much fun!

In other news, Charles and I will be at Highlights this summer! (June 23-26 -- perfect for educator-poets!) You asked, and we listened... this time we are offering a "Working Retreat," which means less instruction and more time to WRITE! We expect this to be super-community-building, and we'd love for you to join us! *Our focus will be on poetry collections, both solo and anthologies...which is a great fit because our first anthology comes out fall 2024, our second anthology comes out spring 2025, and we hope to have an announcement for you very soon about a new one.

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem is after a piece by Maine artist Earl Cunningham. So many thanks to Jan Annino for telling me about this artist! (Several others also offered artist suggestions in response to my latest Adventures in Writing newsletter...thank you, thank you! I'll be getting to them all eventually.)

I wrote a bunch of fragments that went in a bunch of different directions...kind of like the clouds in the art! And that thought is exactly how I landed on the poem I'm sharing below. 

Sometimes one doesn't know where one is going—in sailing or in writing—until you just... GO.

first sail of season

are those clouds sheep or wolves

too soon to tell

- Irene Latham

On the reading front, I've been catching up with ALA YMA winners that I hadn't yet read. One I want to mention and highly recommend: The Fire, The Water, and Maudie McGinn by Sally J. Pla, which won the Schneider Family Book Award (for MG). So much good stuff going on in this book! Prose, poetry, learning, adventure, healing, empowerment...I loved it. And I cried. Twice. xo

Bless Our Pets + a Tiger poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink for Roundup.

I've just gotten a sneak peek at Bless Our Pets: Poems of Gratitude for our Animal Friends edited by Lee Bennett Hopkins, illus. by Lita Judge (Eerdman's, coming April 16). 

I kind of love these posthumous projects, because they fill me with tenderness and make me feel connected to the deceased. In this case, that would be Lee Bennett Hopkins. 

I wish I could tell him in person how much I love his poem in the collection titled "My Old Dog." Here's to you, Lee! And to my old dogs: Sasha and Ruby—no longer with us on earth (hey, Lee, maybe you've met them??)—and Rosie, who, at age 5, isn't quite an old dog yet, but the sentiment still holds!

Rosie, age 5

Another favorite from the collection is "Dreaming of Savannah" by Kristine O'Connell George. As a life-long horse-lover, I often find myself dreaming of Cinnamon, Sugar, Rusty, Honey, Daisy Mae, and Starfire! Honey, most of all. Oh, sweet Honeysuckle Rose, our time together was too short, too short...

"Dreaming of Savannah" by Kristine O'Connell George,
illus. by Lita Judge; used with permission from the publisher.

Dreaming of Savannah

I dream of you in the morning—

  I hear a nicker, then a neigh.

  Apple? Carrot? Handful of hay?

I dream of you each afternoon—

  the velvet softness of your lips,

  your breath, warm upon my fingertips.

I dream of you late every night—

  glints of moonlight tangle your mane.

  We race across the star-strewn plain.

- Kristine O'Connell George

Other pets featured include: kitten, puppy, goldfish, gerbil, hamster, rabbit, guinea pig, turtle, snake, mouse. Lovely poems by lovely poets. And the art!! I'm a huge fan of Lita Judge, and her work here is so heartwarming. (A favorite: the spread for "Pet Snake?" by Charles Ghigna. The expressions on those kids' faces!!) This is a sweet book to share with kids of all ages.

❤️

Red Heart

A classic red love heart emoji, used for expressions of love and roman...

And now for today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem! This one is after a piece by another Alabama folk artist: Thornton Dial. 

The piece I've selected features a tiger, which is a recurring theme in Dial's work. It's said that he meant the tiger as a symbol of survival in general, and specifically the struggle of the civil right movement in the United States. 

I of course had this in my mind while writing my poem! But what drew me most into the piece was the coexistence of an apex predator and that mad scattering of flowers. 

The piece feels dream-y to me, so I stepped (flew? grew?) into the dream. Thanks so much for reading!

What Tiger Dreams

Tiger dreams a field

Tiger dreams posies rising
from heat-bleached bones

Tiger dreams wings

Tiger speeds across bleakest night,

a garden growing in his wake

- Irene Latham

I am sky with a thousand faces (identity poem)

 

Florida flowers...what kind?
I don't know!

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit marvelous Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading for Roundup.

Y'all, it's February! I know many don't care for February, but it's my favorite month. And this (leap) year we get an extra day to be kind and tell people we love that we love them and give flowers and walk in the woods and eat chocolate and and and.... Woohoo!

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem is an identity poem. I have written quite a lot of identity poems over the years! No surprise, really, as poetry is often a place for self-discovery. And how much fun is it to play with those words "I am" ??

The art is by reclusive Alabama folk artist Sybil Gibson. I was immediately drawn to all those faces, and how fragile and dreamy they appear...and to the artist's struggle between wanting to be seen and wanting to NOT be seen. Thanks so much for reading!

I am sky with a thousand faces

I am a shoal of clouds

I swirl birds
and currents

I am not hiding

I am here,
waiting

I rise   I set    I dream

I am a squall
of stars

please look up

- Irene Latham

Florida poem

 

sunset at Sunset Point, Key Colony, FL

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Susan at Chicken Spaghetti for Roundup.

So many congratulations to this year's ALA YMA winners! I was glad to see poetry represented: Mascot by Charles Waters and Traci Sorell was named an American Indian Library Association Honor book; Kin: Rooted in Hope by Carole Bostone Weatherford was named a Coretta Scott King Honor book; Nearer My Freedom by Monica Edinger and Lesley Younge was included on the shortlist for Excellence in Nonfiction for Young Adults Award. (I haven't read this one yet, but soon!)

There may be other poetry titles that got awards...please add any others in comments!

Meanwhile, we're just back from a lovely time in the Florida Keys. No wonder I decided to write a Florida poem for this week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART series. 

The folk artist I've chosen this week is Harold Newton,  a founding member of the Florida Highwaymen, a group of mostly male, mostly African American Florida landscape artists who sold paintings from the trunks of their cars during the late 1950s and early '60s. The sole female Florida Highwaymen was Mary Ann Carroll. I will likely feature her later in the year!

A few years ago during a visit to Ft. Pierce, FL, we were lucky enough to visit the A.E. Backus Museum, which features a beautiful collection of Florida Highwaymen art, mostly by A.E. Backus. (Museums like the Backus are my favorite kind of gallery...small, intimate, with knowledgeable, passionate docents!)

I chose to write this poem as a shadorma, a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively. ("Florida" is a Spanish word, so of course a shadorma!) 

I hope this poem brings some sunshine to those who have been brutalized by recent winter storms. Thanks so much for reading!

Florida

morning sky a ripe

cantaloupe

cracked open—

herons wade in the juicy

sweet shallows

- Irene Latham

Heaven Poem (with Mule!)

 

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit radiant Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge for Roundup.

I don't know what's going on with me...last week I wrote a Funeral Poem...and this week I've written a poem about Heaven! 

I do believe we can continue to be in relationship with our loved ones, even after they are dead. And I often call up on my loved ones (my father in particular)...but why these poems, right now? 

Perhaps it's the ArtSpeak: FOLK ART theme? Folk art isn't afraid of things like death and funerals and heaven. I love that!

The art for today's poem is by Buddy Snipes. Buddy was born 1943 in Macon County, Alabama, and he was known for fixing things. It's no wonder he began creating art assemblage pieces out of spare parts! I love this little blurb about him here. The piece featured is available for purchase at Main Street Gallery in Clayton, GA.

Another thing about this week's poem: it's written in a new-to-me form, called an Abracadabra. Basically it uses the spelling of the word Abracadabra, but takes out the "r"s in order to create a rhyme scheme for a 9-line poem. So the rhyme scheme here is abacadaba. (Perhaps you know from my book NINE: A Book of Nonets, I kind of have a thing for 9-line poems!)

I struggled a bit with this one...but I often struggle with rhyme! I wrote about ten last lines, but couldn't decide! So I asked son Eric to pick, and this is where we landed. Now that it's done, I feel rather pleased with the experience. Maybe I'll write another one sometime...maybe you'd like to write one, too?? I hope so! Meanwhile, thanks so much for reading!

Mule Ringing the Doorbell in Heaven

Hello, Hello, Mule brays.
We're hungry. We're beat.
Are we in the right place?
Gate swings wide,
sets sky ablaze.
Welcome, the angels sing,
to a world full of sunny days!
So Mule and his friend rest, eat—
no worries now; nothing but praise.

- Irene Latham

A Funeral Poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit terrific Tracey at Tangles and Tails for Roundup.

Will a poetry title win the Newbery this year? Here's a post that evaluates MY HEAD HAS A BELLYACHE by Chris Harris as a contender. (We'll find out at ALA Youth Media Awards on Monday, January 22, 8 am est!)

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem features work by Louisiana folk artist Clementine Hunter (1886-1988).  

I love Clementine's story...she didn't start painting until she was in her 50s! Before there was such a thing as a "pop up," she was doing just that kind of business by posting a sign by her front door advertising her art for sale (for 25 cents!). Now her art hangs in famous museums.

You can read more about Clementine in a picture book Art from Her Heart: Folk Artist Clementine Hunter by Kathy Whitehead, illus. by Shane W. Evans.

The poem is a variation on a triolet (one of my go-to forms...but I often like to switch up those repeating lines, at least a little bit!).

We Bring Flowers: A Funeral Song

We bring flowers to say goodbye—
Goodbye, dear one, why did you have to go?
For their beauty, for the way they perfume the sky—
we bring flowers to say goodbye.
Lilies sing when we can do nothing but cry,
roses soften the tidal wave of woe.
We bring flowers to say, Goodbye,
goodbye—O dear one, why did you have to go?

- Irene Latham

Two books on my nightstand that may have influenced this poem:

Take Back the Magic: Conversations with the Unseen World by Perdita Finn

The Collected Regrets of Clover by Mikki Bramer