Placerville, CA
—And then scroll down for
Form Fiddlers’ Friday, with poetry by
Nolcha Fox, Caschwa, Stephen Kingsnorth,
and Steve Brisendine
PROMISES
Each morning I promise us a walk. Today,
the trestle. A lonesome place close to town
yet far away—just glimpses of ranchland, wood-lots,
a ridge too steep for building. What in summer
was a tule ditch dirty with trash is now a creek
running thru thicket. Oak, pine, and willow
knit together by bramble above dark silent water.
After rain, trail becomes puddles become an ad hoc
creek to join the big one at the trestle, where
my topo map doesn’t even show a creek, but now
it’s too wide and deep to cross, alive with storm-
water. My dog and I don’t walk open trestles.
It’s OK. Spotted Towhee darts white tail-feathers
in the brush, and now a spot of sun breaks thru
cloud. What more can I ask of a morning?
Each morning I promise us a walk. Today,
the trestle. A lonesome place close to town
yet far away—just glimpses of ranchland, wood-lots,
a ridge too steep for building. What in summer
was a tule ditch dirty with trash is now a creek
running thru thicket. Oak, pine, and willow
knit together by bramble above dark silent water.
After rain, trail becomes puddles become an ad hoc
creek to join the big one at the trestle, where
my topo map doesn’t even show a creek, but now
it’s too wide and deep to cross, alive with storm-
water. My dog and I don’t walk open trestles.
It’s OK. Spotted Towhee darts white tail-feathers
in the brush, and now a spot of sun breaks thru
cloud. What more can I ask of a morning?
A PEACEFUL PLACE
A
broken branch
can’t block the way
down off the paved and center-lined trail where
everyone’s in pairs, groups, or alone
for a morning walk.
Good exercise. But
how I prefer the grassy swale
in front of me
just a leftover piece of ground
like a tease between
mounds of rock and stringers of thicket,
not a trail but a thought, an
opening
providing no scenic view but
quiet except for a
robin foraging for worms after
storm. How green
the grass my dog samples leaf by leaf
until we come to a
vernal pool that
wets my boots, who cares. No car-tracks, no Deer
Xing signs though we flush a doe. A January
yellow flower I’ve never seen before. This peaceful
zone not named nor designated. Just here.
AVOID CROWDS
I like a quiet walk in the woods.
In the parking lot, a gaggle of walkers, one lady
talking nonstop loud so everyone can catch every
syllable. Even the scrub-jay can’t match
the out-loud lady for decibels.
We stride faster. Then stop—let my dog sniff
awhile. The talking group keeps going,
over the bridge out of sight, then
out of hearing. Quiet.
Can I hear oaks and pines conversing
through their roots?
What do the muffling clouds
have to say about the morning?
And the mosses’ vibrant green voices
without sound.
CEMETERY WALK
How to bundle for the walk
under clouds of gray?
Listen to the thunder-talk
only miles away.
Here we’ve come to visit those
warm and safe inside
graves whose stones a fortress pose,
set against time’s tide.
ELEGY FOR A RED SQUIRREL
Was it a meeting on the fly, you leaping
tree to tree, the raptor catching you midair
by one foreleg ripping off, leaving the rest
of you to sky, then earth? I found you sleeping
on the path so peacefully as if in life.
Beautiful fine sable coat, bright open eye.
SNIFF-PATROL
Loki lives a world of sniff—
fireplugs, alcoves, walls,
leaves and stones. I wonder if
wisdom from them falls...
off the breeze, a wind from far
mountain summit lands,
thru a gate that’s left ajar—
words she understands.
Where’s the key those words unlocks
in an old fur stole—
does it speak to her in Fox?
Loki’s sniff-patrol.
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Today’s LittleNip:
PERIPHERAL
—Taylor Graham
A shy something moves
into wildwood, light-footed
for freedom to roam.
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Our thanks to Taylor Graham this morning, as she invites us to join her and Loki on their morning walk. Forms she has used this week include a Haiku (“Peripheral”); some Normative Syllabics (“Elegy for a Red Squirrel”); an Abecedarian/Alphabet Poem (“A Peaceful Place”); and two 7/5 Trochees (“Cemetery Walk” and “Sniff-Patrol”). The 7/5 Trochee was one of our Triple-F Challenges last week.
Speaking of weather, the Wakamatsu workshop scheduled for last Sunday was moved to this coming Sunday, due to last week’s rain. The time was also changed to 12-2pm. For news about El Dorado County poetry—past (photos!) and future—see Taylor Graham’s Western Slope El Dorado on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ElDoradoCountyPoetry or see Lara Gularte’s Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/groups/382234029968077/. (Poetry is Gold in El Dorado County!) And of course you can always click on Medusa's UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html) for details about future poetry events in the NorCal area.
And now it’s time for…
FORM FIDDLERS’ FRIDAY!
It’s time for more contributions from Form Fiddlers, in addition to those sent to us by Taylor Graham! Each Friday, there will be poems posted here from our readers using forms—either ones which were sent to Medusa during the previous week, or whatever else floats through the Kitchen and the perpetually stoned mind of Medusa. If these instructions are vague, it's because they're meant to be. Just fiddle around with some challenges— Whaddaya got to lose… ? If you send ‘em, I’ll post ‘em! (See Medusa’s Form Finder at the end of this post for resources and for links to poetry terms used in today’s post.)
There’s also a page at the top of Medusa’s Kitchen called, “FORMS! OMG!!!” which expresses some of my (take ‘em or leave 'em) opinions about the use of forms in poetry writing, as well as listing some more resources to help you navigate through Form Quicksand. Got any more resources to add to our list? Send them to kathykieth@hotmail.com for the benefit of all man/woman/poetkind!
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We received responses to last week’s Ekphrastic photo from Nolcha Fox, Caschwa (Carl Schwartz), and Stephen Kingsnorth:
EDGE OF THE PIER
—Nolcha Fox, Buffalo, WY
Maybe it’s sunrise. Maybe it’s sunset. You’ve stood at the edge of the pier for so long, you don’t remember which is which anymore. You’ve watched the sky kiss the water, and the water slap the sky. You’ve watched the sun tease the clouds, you’ve seen the clouds’ rosy blush. The sun fills the world with light. The sun fills you with light. You look for your reflection in the water. Your reflection is gone. You are the light.
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SOLO CRUISE
—Caschwa, Sacramento, CA
she missed her period
stewed about it a moment
double-checked
dwelled on it an hour
triple-checked
a life-changing moment
gone are those days of
heavenly fun in the sun
not a care in the world
must get out of town now!
she called her travel agent
to book her on a luxury cruise
one where they pamper you
take care of your every need
before she has to do that
she missed the bus
gotta know the schedule
gotta have exact change
gotta make connections
not yet in her skill set
she missed the boat
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JETÉ
—Stephen Kingsnorth, Coedpoeth, Wrexham, Wales
Why focus, this divided view,
on gold drenched sea, proud sky climb cloud—
not distant girl out on a limb,
as if all beauty in surround?
The burnished deep is where folk drown,
some seeking treasure from the sound;
that building nimbus may be storm
or maybe mushroom, own grown bomb.
In nature, claimed, Romantics found
that profound truths bound earth, mankind,
though humans sullied global health,
our common wealth spoiled, stealth in race.
But see this mother of our seed,
one Gaia, breed of world indeed,
a silhouette in stand alone,
who with her folk could change the lore.
Appearing, jeté, ballet throw,
in balance, stance, relationship;
can she, will hers, reverse the trend
from first position, ’cross the bar?
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Today we have a newcomer to the Kitchen: Steve Brisendine says he was intrigued by Form Fiddlers’ Friday and wanted to add a form he has devised, the Dividita. He has sent us some, and he writes: “The first two are in a form I call ‘Dividita’ (Esperanto for ‘divided,’ because it's based on the 5-7-5-7-7 Tanka form, doubled and then divided into couplets): Ten lines, 5-7 5-7 7-5 7-5 7-7. Additional rules/quirks/what-have-you are that only proper nouns and ‘I’ are capitalized in either title or text, the whole thing must be an unbroken sentence, and there is no closing punctuation.” Here are Steve’s first two examples:
Public Domain
witness
—steve brisendine, mission, ks
I watch, but never
see the first leaf of autumn
break free of its branch,
flutter as if struggling to
take flight, spin to still-warm earth
(one falls from oak to
sidewalk, just out of my reach;
you are not the first,
I tell it as it tumbles,
but I will not forget you)
* * *
white skies by night
—steve brisendine
* * *
white skies by night
—steve brisendine
thin high clouds from the
south streak across Orion,
front- and backlit from
above and below by moon
and sleepless city, as though
some nebula—tired
of being spied on through long
glass for all these years—
has crossed the deep void to ask
for a bit of privacy
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Then we have three of Steve’s Double Dividitas—20 lines, same rules:
—Photo Courtesy of Public Domain
repetition z
—steve brisendine
each generation
follows the same spiky course:
nonconformity
nonconformity
sold half-off on green tag day
s
at the thrift shop, or borrowed
from some hall closet
with or without permission—
all cycles spin out,
in, back again, rebirth of
the cool without end, amen
(we have all worn black,
l
et hair fall just so over
mirrored sunglasses
on gray January days
to show we are not like them;
we have all prowled rooms
with the taut lean energy
of panthers coiling
to spring at life—even as
time chambers a round, takes aim)
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solstice
—steve brisendine
(for Cindy)
the year's longest night,
and I have dreamed you alive
again; ever the
big sister, you cocked one eye
and muttered through this shared art
show, rearranging
all works (not only mine) and
reminding me that
mom would not approve of
haphazard placements (you would
know better than I,
I suppose, having seen her
far more recently)—
yet still I held tightly to
hope and a small red sold dot,
woke with my fist still
clenched around both... if you come
back, the big piece on
the front wall, green and white like
Montana winter, is yours
* * *
and mortal life shall cease
—steve brisendine
* * *
and mortal life shall cease
—steve brisendine
the source of sharpest
pain is its absence—how the
jagged facets of
she is going/ she is gone
have been worn down over these
five years, taken on
translucent layers, produced
a clutch of something
like pearls, cast before strange eyes
(how pretty, they say, how they
seem to change color,
all western horizon when
a dust storm settles
or a twister is about
to drop); test them, rub the strand
across your teeth, but
take care—they are known to bite
without warning, though
more often these days they rest
quiet, cool against the heart
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Thanks to Steve Brisendine for his Dividitas; be sure to watch for more poetry from him coming up in February. All of today’s Fiddlers have features coming up next month, in fact. Wouldn’t you like to join them? All you have to do is send poetry—forms or not—and/or photos and artwork to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post work from all over the world, including that which was previously-published. Just remember: the snakes of Medusa are always hungry!
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TRIPLE-F CHALLENGES!
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Thanks to Steve Brisendine for his Dividitas; be sure to watch for more poetry from him coming up in February. All of today’s Fiddlers have features coming up next month, in fact. Wouldn’t you like to join them? All you have to do is send poetry—forms or not—and/or photos and artwork to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post work from all over the world, including that which was previously-published. Just remember: the snakes of Medusa are always hungry!
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TRIPLE-F CHALLENGES!
•••Tercou (Amanda J. Norton): https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tercou
•••AND/OR let’s have a go at Steve Brisendine’s Dividita:
•••Dividita (Steve Brisendine—Esperanto for "divided," because it's based on the 5-7-5-7-7 Tanka form, doubled and then divided into couplets): Ten lines, 5-7 5-7 7-5 7-5 7-7. Only proper nouns and "I" are capitalized in either title or text, the whole thing must be an unbroken sentence, and there is no closing punctuation.
•••See also the bottom of this post for another challenge, this one an Ekphrastic photo.
•••And don’t forget each Tuesday’s Seed of the Week! This week it’s “Brutal Weather”.
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MEDUSA’S FORM FINDER: Links to poetry terms mentioned today:
•••Abecedarian: poets.org/glossary/abecedarian
•••Dividita (Steve Brisendine—Esperanto for "divided," because it's based on the 5-7-5-7-7 Tanka form, doubled and then divided into couplets): Ten lines, 5-7 5-7 7-5 7-5 7-7. Only proper nouns and "I" are capitalized in either title or text, the whole thing must be an unbroken sentence, and there is no closing punctuation.
•••Ekphrastic Poem: notesofoak.com/discover-literature/ekphrastic-poetry
•••Haiku: www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/haiku/haiku.html
•••Normative Syllabics: hellopoetry.com/collection/108/normative-syllabic-free-verse AND/OR lewisturco.typepad.com/poetics/normative-syllabic-verse
•••Tanka: poets.org/glossary/tanka
•••Tercou (Amanda J. Norton): https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tercou
•••7/5 Trochee: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/75trochee.html
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—Medusa
Today's Ekphrastic Challenge!
Make what you can of today's
photo, and send your poetic results to
kathykieth@hotmail.com/. (No deadline.)
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—Public Domain Photos
Courtesy of Joe Nolan
A reminder that Lit Fest 2
takes place in Winters
tonight, 6pm.
For info about this and other
upcoming poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Make what you can of today's
photo, and send your poetic results to
kathykieth@hotmail.com/. (No deadline.)
* * *
—Public Domain Photos
Courtesy of Joe Nolan
A reminder that Lit Fest 2
takes place in Winters
tonight, 6pm.
For info about this and other
upcoming poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
