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Friday, September 06, 2024

Latches At Work

 Latches
—Poetry and Photos by Taylor Graham,
Placereville, CA
—And then scroll down for
Form Fiddlers’ Friday, with poetry by
Nolcha Fox, Stephen Kingsnorth,
and Caschwa
 
 
LATCHES AT WORK

He used to be lanky and quick
with his paws, opening kitchen cabinets,
dragging sponges from under the sink;
never had the decency to put things
back where he found them.
He earned no praise for his sense
of balance, hanging the bedside lamp
between headboard and chest of drawers
and turning it on with the pull-chain.
He’s traded his lankiness for a paunch
but keeps his other attributes.
We keep him anyway.
We have no alternative. He
chose us.
 
 
 
 

RODENT?

You hear a gnawing in the kitchen?
That’s why we have a cat (imprisoned
in our house so the owl won’t get him,
or a hawk, coyote, cougar, bear).
When let outside, the family dog
is leashed against rocketing traffic
on the two-lane road. We humans walk
outside freely, aware of dangers
lurking everywhere beyond our walls.
Safety is a function of the house.
You needn’t worry about the mouse.
 
 
 


OTIS ON THE TRAIL

We stop, take a break
and he rolls in dead dry weeds,
grinning at my NO!s.
Festooned with summer’s stickers,
what a blessed mess he is!
 
 
 
 

SECRET MESSAGES

secret messages

    canary warnings
    or optical trickery
    between rusting rails


left along the railroad track

    my dog sniffing inch
    by inch what passed in the dark
    without our knowing


summer’s fallen leaves

    delphic aftermath
    this ossuary just one
    kind of existence
 
 
 


VIDEO PROOF

Why do
you need
a trail cam if
each
step you take is
laid bare
for
the beast
you
see in your mind,
envisioning
it there?
 
 
 

 
BETWEEN PARK & HIGH SCHOOL

These proofs of passage:
one blue & white striped plastic straw;
a few red- & black-berries still on the vine;
one Wrigley chewing gum wrapper;
one fragment of candy wrapper ripped open;
bits of branches broken off old blue oak;
one black banana peel with Del Monte sticker;
one tattered length of hemp rope, knotted;
three low skeins of wild geese honking south;
one empty Harder Blood-Orange can;
one segmented, blood-black dropping: cougar.

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Today’s LittleNip:

SUNBURNED FIELD
—Taylor Graham

star thistle
golden as mica
but prickly

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Our thanks to Taylor Graham and her critters today for fine subjects and fine poetry, some of it on our Seed of the Week, Work. Forms she has used include a Word-Can Poem (“Latches at Work”); a Tanka (“Otis on the Trail”); a Miku (“Sunburned Field”); a Split Sequence (“Secret Messages”); a Golda (“Video Proof”); an response to last week's Ekphrastic Challenge that also uses Normative Syllabics (“Rodent?”); and a List Poem (“Between Park & High School”). For the Split Sequence, her partner was random words. The Split Sequence and the Golda were two of our Triple-F Challenges for the week.

Writers whose mailing address is within El Dorado County are encouraged to submit to the new
Slope and Basin literary journal before its Oct. 1 deadline. Info may be found at https://artsandcultureeldorado.org/slope-and-basin/.

El Dorado County’s regular workshops are listed if you scroll down on http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html), For more news about EDC poetry—past (photos!) and future—see Taylor Graham’s Western Slope El Dorado Poetry 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.)


Check out our recently-refurbed 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 and other ways of poetry. 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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 Last Week’s Ekphrastic Photo


Last week’s photo of a wascally wodent brought response-poems from Nolcha Fox and Stephen Kingsnorth:


GRIEF STARTS SMALL
—Nolcha Fox, Buffalo, WY

She is a tiny thing at first,
a mouse that crawls
through holes in walls,
eluding baits of midnight
phone calls that
I know will vanish
as the distance
grows between us.

I know she’s there,
that little mouse.
She leaves footprints
through distraction,
drops shoes in rooms
I’ve long abandoned
because they once
contained your shadow.

Sleep eludes me
as that mouse
starts munching
crackers in my ear.
I awake, no breath, 
to find her sitting,
snorting on my chest.
And she’s an elephant.
 
 

 
TIM’ROUS BEASTIE
—Stephen Kingsnorth, Coedpoeth, Wrexham, Wales

Why watch wee mouse and less the hole,
those black jet eyes, quivering snout,
a squeezy turn without three-point
whose sight and smell with whiskers tell
where threat and pest controllers pout?
Despite its name, toad in the hole
is scrumptious, but, not mouse the same.

There’s Tom and Jerry, Christie’s Trap
(which people watch for record run
and not for plot, if there is one)—
the stage is full of mice, some caught,
Of Men they write, with lonesome dreams;
or elephants, though wherefore, why
should they take fright at shrew-light feet?

My cottage home has sonic booms
that we can’t hear but mousies fear
(more homely mousies, mousys, yet,
than mice that hints infested nests,
while, mousy sounding like a pet)—
though they’ve not read instruction book;
though plugged in, one runs over feet.

In school lab they dissected one;
I watched it scrabble, upturned jar,
prefilled with gas from Bunsen tap,
confirming me in reading Arts.
Reign cats and dogs, with Teddy’s bear,
I guess its tales near top the list,
with tail as long as body bit.

I’ve seen a few in nestled scene,
but never skirting, duly chewed.
This rodent with incising teeth
would rather nibble tidbit food
and make its home in prefab flat
than work at newbuild on estate;
the rental nowt, no mortgage fee.

Free Bed and Board in skirting, bored,
thus living quarters underfloor
with passage through to dining room
bears resonance, realtor’s blurb.
Leave Burns evicting mice with plough
for best-laid schemes go oft awry,
so focus mouse, and less the whole?

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Carl Schwartz (Caschwa) was busy this week! First, he sent a Miku Chain (alternating 3/5/3, 7/2, and 2/3/2). The Miku, also known as an Abbreviated Haiku, was one of our Triple-F Challenges for this week:
 
 

 
UNTENDED
—Caschwa, Sacramento, CA

weeds too high
too tall for mower
string trimmer

summer heat prevents lawn work
oh my

I got
too sore to
bother

relentless
weeds grow anyhow
Nature’s way

calendar said Fall is near
it lied

my old
machete
too dull

active ants
climb all over plants
day and night

everyone likes strawberries
uneaten

I took
pictures of
new blooms

watering
plants and weeds alike
they share it

fresh fruit says to keep up the
good work

AC
keeps me well
inside

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Carl also sent us a Ghazal:
 
 

 
HISTORY
—Caschwa

learned that my last name is German for black,
it is not white or yellow, and/or black

my grandfather had to change his last name
to truly answer in all candor black

so he could promptly flee from Germany
with the impending war, its dander black

and started a new family right here
his careful choice to make a gander black

arisen from this was Caschwa, who was
a very first, not second-hander black

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About his next poem, Carl says that, "in general terms, this is a Dizain in Reverse Pyramid format.  It is 10 lines, which closely follows the pattern of a Nonet, just adding one 10-syllable line."
 
 


SCORING
—Caschwa

got a perfect ten on my assignment!
it has a straight line underneath it
and just below that one hundred
maybe that’s not very good
back to the drawing board
will work much harder
make it look fine
as perfect
as a
ten

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Here is a Shakespearean Sonnet from Carl, based on a past Seed of the Seek, Compromise, which he found in Medusa’s link, Calliope’s Closet:
 
 

 
MEET YOU HALFWAY
—Caschwa

I met a man with 30 wives to sell
he’d had enough he said, eyes full of tears
alas they did not meet his plans to dwell
together, they conspired to hurt his ears

his music faves were classical and jazz
with instruments that featured lower brass
the wives were all released from Alcatraz
where they would sing like poison clouds of gas

an auction sale might clear the place of wives
whose register was in the stratosphere
he knew he’d best avoid the blood of knives
which was the top of his most dreaded fears

I’ll bid ten quid for those who stand quite tall
I’ll double that if you will take them all!

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And we close with a whiff of Halloween from Carl, who says he “got into that du-DUM du-DUM stuff and came up with this poem based on The Addams Family theme song”:
 
 

 
THE SCHWARTZ COUPLE
—Caschwa

my wife knew how to jump rope
I tried there just was no hope
at best I looked like a dope
at least I gave a try

she did some down home cooking
while no one else was looking
I couldn’t get a booking
at least I gave a try

Peep
weep
Asleep

we shopped together always
had lots of fun on sale days
we’d love to cruise the aisle ways
at least we gave a try

I got to know her better
as time passed since I met her
she knitted me a sweater
at least she gave a try

Strange
Deranged
At least we gave a try

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Many thanks to today’s writers for their lively contributions! 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! 

 
See what you can make of these challenges, and send your results to kathykieth@hotmail.com/. (No deadline.) How about a Guzzanelle? Repeated lines are fun—they cut down on the amount of work you have to do:

•••Guzzanelle: https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/guzzanele

•••AND/OR an Alphabet Haiku:

•••Alphabet Haiku: https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/alphabet-haiku

•••See also the bottom of this post for another challenge, this one an Ekphrastic one.

•••And don’t forget each Tuesday’s Seed of the Week! This week it’s “Shifting Gears”.

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MEDUSA’S FORM FINDER: Links to poetry terms mentioned today:


•••Abbreviated Haiku (Miku): https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/abbreviated-haiku
•••Alphabet Haiku: https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/alphabet-haiku
•••Dizain: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dizain-poetic-form
•••Ghazal: poets.org/glossary/ghazal AND/OR poetryschool.com/theblog/whats-a-ghaza AND/OR www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ghazal AND/OR www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/ghazal.html
•••Golda: https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/golda
•••Guzzanelle: https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/guzzanele
•••List Poem: clpe.org.uk/poetryline/poeticforms/list-poem
•••Nonet: www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/nonet-poems-poetic-form
•••Normative Syllabics: hellopoetry.com/collection/108/normative-syllabic-free-verse AND/OR lewisturco.typepad.com/poetics/normative-syllabic-verse
•••Sonnet, Shakespearian: www.masterclass.com/articles/poetry-101-what-is-a-shakespearean-sonnet-learn-about-shakespearean-sonnets-with-examples AND/OR
lewisturco.typepad.com/poetics/normative-syllabic-verse
•••Split Sequence: http://www.hsa-haiku.org/frogpond/2022-issue45-1/essay.html
•••Tanka: poets.org/glossary/tanka
•••Word-Can Poem: putting random words on slips of paper into a can, then drawing out a few and making a poem out of them

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—Medusa
 
 
 
 Today's Ekphrastic Challenge!
 
 Make what you can of today's
picture, and send your poetic results to
kathykieth@hotmail.com/. (No deadline.)

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—Public Domain Photo
Courtesy of Joe Nolan,
Stockton, CA
 
 
 













 
 
 
 
 
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