ODE TO A HYACINTH GLASS
Once crystalline now coated
with the grime of rotted sheaths
and root hairs shed, your new bulb's
nascent roots tickle the water
silently absorbing all it needs
to flower. Jewel tones and heady
fragrance, winter consolation.
© 2017 Diane Mayr. All rights reserved.
Helen Frost has challenged us to write an ode poem this month, following these instructions:
Choose an object (a seashell, a hairbrush, a bird nest, a rolling pin). It should not be anything symbolic (such as a doll, a wedding ring, or a flag). Write five lines about the object, using a different sense in each line (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell). Then ask the object a question, listen for its answer, and write the question, the answer, or both.Click HERE to read her sample poem, "Ode to a River."
Post your poem on our March 2017 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, March 31st, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her latest novel-in-poems from Farrar, Straus, and Giroux/Macmillan:
A beauty of an ode poem, Diane! Thanks for the winter consolation— I'm actually in Pennsylvania right now, feeling winter's prolonged bite! This helps.
ReplyDeleteIt's wicked cold here, too! Thanks for featuring my ode! Hyacinth forcing time is over, but with luck, the snow will melt and we'll get some real blooms before long.
DeleteLovely, Diane. I didn't force anything this year, but someone brought in hyacinths to the bookstore and that scent lingers long! I like "nascent roots tickle the water", imagine smallest of movements in the drinking from reading your line. Keep cozy a little longer!
ReplyDeleteHyacinth are one of my most favorite flowers, Diane. Unfortunately I have not gotten any to grow here in the desert, but your poem reminds me I could 'force' one in the kitchen. We need a winter do-over... =)
ReplyDeleteI liked the contrast in grime and rot compared later to the hyacinths' "Jewel tones and heady fragrance," Hope you get some color poking through soon!
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