Collaborative poem
December 15, 2015
If you press this link, you will find a poem made up of bits (a technical term) of poems posted by all the Tuesday Poets from different countries around the world. It was put together by Mary McCallum and Claire Beynon and is called ‘And I know now what I didn’t know then’ by the Tuesday Poets.
I will continue to post here at least every Tuesday, usually with a new poem. However, that linked poem is the last (or last for now) central poem at the hub for Tuesday Poem, based in New Zealand. That site has been posting a poem every Tuesday for five years; a remarkable effort. So please give that link a click and have a read!
I intend to have a drink to Tuesday Poem tonight, although I don’t know if it will be champagne as in the illustration above. In the meantime, though, it’s clock in time at the poetry mill.
Tuesday Poem (and another book)
November 30, 2015
they cut her skin
to the latest pattern
she wears it well
I’ve been thinking a lot about vanity, and about Frankenstein lately, so that wee poem was inevitable, particularly in the light of Donald Trump’s hair. If I had the money, I’d be ordering a Donald Trump piñata from Mexico or the US right now.
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Speaking of the US in a much more positive way, I just received my contributor copy of A Quiet Shelter There: An Anthology to Benefit Homeless Animals. My poem ‘Remembering Laika’ is in there, and I am delighted to see a poem by fellow Australian Jenny Blackford too, amongst the stories and other poems.
The book is edited by Gerri Lean, and published by Hadley Rille Books. Truly an ideal Christmas present for animal lovers. It can be ordered here. A percentage of proceeds will go to animal shelters in Virginia and elsewhere. An excellent excuse to publish a photo of my Staffie cross (who was a rescue dog) with a copy, looking away from the cat in the window, no doubt. (It is $16 for the hard copy in US dollars; not sure how that converts. No doubt your credit card will tell you!) I haven’t read all the book yet; hoping to do so at the beach.
Tuesday poem: A parachute of avocados
October 19, 2015
A parachute of avocados, plunging through dipping air;
fifteen seconds to wonder if persimmons would have been a better choice;
five seconds to understand the grounding nature of vegetables;
and you plant yourself, scattered red nasturtium, sprinkled on salad of lawn.
P.S. Cottier
And they say that salad is good for you! I think this weirdness started because I was thinking about how silk-worms (from the cocoons of which parachutes can be made) eat mulberry leaves.
I read somewhere that the plural of avocado can be avocadi, but that’s just ridiculous. And if anyone points out that avos and persimmons are fruit, not veggies, I shall have to use the word ‘pedant’. Just sayin’
Possibly less surreal imagery has been posted by other poets. Read the works of the other Tuesday Poets around the world by pressing here.
You could also colour in the balloons in the picture light green, if that sort of thing is your cup of guacamole. Now I’m off to construct a helicopter of carrot sticks.
UPDATE: Thanks to Helen McInlay for noticing that I had spelt nasturtium incorrectly! All good now.
Tuesday Poem
October 5, 2015
Today I edited the hub at Tuesday Poem, based in New Zealand, and posted a fascinating prose poem called ‘Before’ by Janette Pieloor. Read Janette’s poem by pressing here.
Tuesday poems: Via link
August 10, 2015
http://www.eurekastreet.com.au/article.aspx?aeid=45121#.VcgdN2thiK0
No, there is not a poem called ‘Via link’ at that link, but there is one called ‘The laws of cricket rewritten for the fairy world’ and one called ‘All the ships of the world’. I am obviously overwhelmingly worldly. The publication is Eureka Street.
I am very happy with the cricket poem, as it combines a couple of interests, namely, weird imaginary creatures and sport.
It was written a couple of months back, and is therefore not a feeble attempt to escape the true hideousness of the Ashes* by an escape into fantasy. But please, if you wish to read it that way, be my guest. Leave a comment at Eureka Street, if you feel that way inclined.
Magic!
The ships of the world poem is far angrier and political, although it does contain several puns. You have been warned.
Other Tuesday Poets may or may not be celebrating England’s victory in the Ashes. Some may not even follow cricket. Read the works of the other Tuesday Poets around the world by pressing here.
I’m going to watch some netball.
*That means the Ashes series for men in this post.
PS Cottier 