Hard to believe, but we’re at the end of the 3rd week of November already – Thanksgiving will be here next week, and the “Poetry…Cubed!” entries keep coming in!
If you’re unfamiliar with this, let me explain…
This challenge is based on The Food Network show, “Chopped,” where chefs compete against each other to create dishes using specific, surprise ingredients given to them in a special basket.
And since my contest also uses three “ingredients,” I call it “Poetry…Cubed!” Here’s how it works:
- Use the 3 images below as inspiration to write a poem.
- The poem can be any form, any number of lines, rhyming or not.
- The only hitch is that you need to include a reference to all three images in the poem – either via concrete imagery or something more abstract.
Then email your poem to me at Matt (at) MattForrest (dot) com before Nov. 30 and I’ll share them all here throughout the month! Out of all the poems entered, ONE lucky writer will be chosen at random to receive his/her choice of:
- a) the Poetry Friday Anthology for Celebrations (Pomelo Books) which was published earlier this year,
- b) the Poetry Friday Anthology for Science (Pomelo Books), which came out in 2014, or
- c) a handmade milkweed pod Christmas ornament (from right here in New Hampshire) similar to the ones in the photo.
Your three images (click to enlarge any of them):
Think you can make some poetic deliciousness out of these? I’ll post all the poems and announce the winner on Fri., Dec. 4. Here are some more poems that have come in since last week, including one from someone who wishes to remain anonymous. (and a special thanks to Jessica Bigi, who has now submitted TWO poems for the challenge!)
Misty ghosts of
Razing towards glory
As gram remember
Though still in
Her mountain beauty
The cools that warmed our stove
Grew snapdragons’ feet
Distrustful it is
Victory – victory
Streets a blaze
The heroes that battled here and
The beauty of her mountain home
Lights a candle and prays
– Jessica Bigi
The stove burns brightly.
I’ve tricked them again,
fed bittersweet berries
and now they have lain
aside all their worries,
asleep as I sought.
Dear Hansel and Gretel –
now time for the pot.
Oh no! He’s awakened.
My plan to be slick
is failing, I’m falling
into my own trick.
– © Linda Baie 2015, All Rights Reserved
in gusts of red and gold
Looking for more poetry? You’re in luck! Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect is hosting Poetry Friday today, and has all the links ready and waiting for you!
And be sure to send your poems to me at Matt (at) MattForrest (dot) com before Nov. 30, to be eligible to win!