For me, one of the best parts of National Poetry Month is taking part in Irene Latham's annual Progressive Poem. It's exciting, spontaneous, fun, and because it's a community writing experience, it takes on a life of its own. From April 1-30, a poem travels from blog to blog, each host adding a new line daily. The results are always richly layered, with a piece of every poet who takes part and the collected anticipation of everyone who has been following its journey. It's a beautiful thing.
So today it's my turn. But before I dive in, I hope you'll indulge me as I take a moment to share a surprise clerihew I received this week:
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes loves children's poetry
at Today's Little Ditty you can read it for free.
It's where she posts challenges, and if you hustle
you'll be able to stretch your poetry muscle.© 2015 Joy Acey. All rights reserved.
Hello! This totally made my day!
In case you missed my interview with Kwame Alexander last Friday, the DMC challenge he's chosen for April is to choose a celebrity and write a clerihew.
Besides this fine example (Thank you, Joy!), I've featured ditties this week from Linda Baie, Charles Waters, and Angie Karcher. Hope I get to read yours!
Now, speaking of stretching my poetry muscle...
What to do with a delta girl who strokes her grandmother's turquoise bracelet and magically transforms into a mermaid?!! I'm not sure. But I will tell you that with our departure into mermaid sensibility, I'm loving Jone MacCulloch's opening phrase, "she lives without a net," more than ever.
What kind of magic is this?
No clue.Where did it come from?
Aha! Here we go....
She lives without a net, walking along the alluvium of the delta.
Shoes swing over her shoulder, on her bare feet stick jeweled flecks of dark mica.
Hands faster than fish swing at the ends of bare brown arms. Her hair flows,
snows in wild wind as she digs in the indigo varnished handbag,
pulls out her grandmother's oval cuffed bracelet,
strokes the turquoise stones, and steps through the curved doorway.
Tripping on her tail she slips hair first down the slide... splash!
She glides past glossy water hyacinth to shimmer with a school of shad,
listens to the ibises roosting in the trees of the cypress swamp–
an echo of Grandmother's words, still fresh in her windswept memory.
Next stop: Flukeprints. Carry on, Kim....
2015 KidlitosphereProgressive Poem1 Jone at Check it Out2 Joy at Poetry for Kids Joy3 Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe4 Laura at Writing the World for Kids5 Charles at Poetry Time Blog6 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page7 Catherine at Catherine Johnson8 Irene at Live Your Poem9 MaryLee at Poetrepository10 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty11 Kim at Flukeprints12 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche13 Doraine at DoriReads14 Renee at No Water River15 Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge16 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a Godforsaken Town17 Buffy at Buffy's Blog18 Sheila at Sheila Renfro19 Linda at Teacher Dance20 Penny at A Penny and her Jots21 Tara at A Teaching Life22 Pat at Writer on a Horse23 Tamera at The Writer's Whimsy24 Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect25 Tabatha at The Opposite of indifference26 Brian at Walk the Walk27 Jan at Bookseedstudio28 Amy at The Poem Farm29 Donna at Mainely Write30 Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme
Writing the World for Kids. Laura has been providing helpful tips for teachers each day during National Poetry Month.