Today’s the day!
Earlier this month, I challenged readers to come up with a poem utilizing imagery from these three pictures:
It’s a little contest I call “Poetry…Cubed!”and as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, how good you are – or how good a job you do writing the poem – is less important than your willingness to tackle the challenge. (Remember what I’ve said before: #WriteLikeNoOneIsReading!)
So now that November is over, I can share all of the poems that have been submitted:
Autumn offers sweet solace
as Summer fades away
lulling us into complacency
while Winter lurks on our doorstep
Like syrup coating a bitter pill
it distracts us in early days
with brilliant splashes of color,
maple leaves and bittersweet,
the pulsing heat of a wood stove,
and camaraderie in the stands
where frosty cries fog the frigid air
as fans cheer the flying pigskin
Autumnal beauty hovers,
a neutral zone before
the full blitz of Winter’s winds,
But inexorably Winter slips in
and picks off those vibrant leaves
one by one
In its unrelenting offensive march
it drives forward and blasts us
into our homes to await
the tender shoots of Spring.
– Molly Hogan
Five o’clock dinner-plate
Cranberries in a boil
Turkeys blazing in
Tonight we bless
Those we love
– Jessica Bigi
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
in gusts of red, gold stars;
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
Autumn, in a bittersweet mood, once more
makes a puppet of me, puts me right here
next to the wood stove, makes me say
“I don’t know if the fire will catch,”
makes me turn and watch as the fire catches,
makes me turn back and clap my hands,
makes me say “Time for tea,” makes me dance
a little let’s-have-tea-by-the-fire two-step
just like last year and the year before.
I’m nothing in November if not predictable,
but it’s out if my hands, firmly in his:
Autumn, the puppeteer who paints the scenery,
pulls all my strings, knows all my lines,
and me, his well-loved marionette, his little toy.
– Julie Larios
Writing a Cubed Poem
– Karen Eastlund
Go Team Go
– Jessica Bigi
Her, in November
Love’s seeds burst open
on the vine
as autumn plays its games;
the fire, ’tis sweet,
but once lit, none
dare try contain the flames.
– © 2015, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved
I love how the same three pictures can stir different thoughts, feelings, and images within different people. Thanks so much to everyone who submitted their work!
Out of all the poems entered, ONE lucky writer was chosen at random to receive his/her choice of:
- 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.
And the winner is…
Congratulations, Leslie! Just send me an email letting me know which of these three prizes you would like, and I’ll get it to you! Thanks again to everyone who participated, and for even more poetry, please visit Buffy Silverman’s blog for today’s Poetry Friday roundup!