Sometimes, rarely, I do what I’m told. If not today, on the first day of spring and World Poetry Day, when then?
I love coming across new sources of inspiration, kicks in the behind, reasons to act. One of such is provided on the blog Something to Ponder About in the shape of what appears to be Amanda and Ineke’s first monthly bilingual poetry challenge. There will be a prompt at the start of every month until October.
My entry is down below, underneath the gallery. Don’t worry, it’s short.
But first, a few images from this morning’s stroll through windy, just above-freezing Maremma in search of poetry and spring. One is celebrated today worldwide and the other only in one hemisphere.
And if I was to bring my poem to one of several bars in Slovenia today, it would buy me coffee of a certain brand. This is what I call inspired sponsorship.
Closest book, always: Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
Page 29, seven words, use five in a poem:
Yesterday you kissed my hand, twice.
Tenderly, the gentleman that you are.
You told me not to be sad three times.
Does sea-sick mean to be sick of the sea?
I hope not. I’m not done with it.
All my belongings are here
even though I spelled that “belongoings”.
I belong and it is ongoing –
of the sea and you.