Today’s new word:
perfidy n. 1. deliberate breach of faith or trust; faithlessness; treachery. 2. an act or instance of faithlessness or treachery.
National Poetry Writing Month prompt:
Write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail.
This prompt is quite timely. Yesterday, I finished up Billy Collins’s Masterclass and there was a lovely section where he and Marie Howe discussed their elegy poems. Mr. Collins’s was “Death of a hat” and Ms. Howe’s was “What the Living Do.” When Ms. Howe finished reading her poem, I got that great WOW feeling. I can’t wait to go back and listen again, and read it when my hold gets to my library.
Writer’s Digest April PAD (poem a day) challenge:
Take the phrase “Little (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem.
My poem
Little Bee
Floating
barely a breeze
slight current moving us mountainward
the wake of a boat passing
jostles into
a rocking, lulling
deliquesce
Then
little bee
your perfidy
How
did you find
my hand?
Breaking
the flow
of a comfortable row
with a piercing
then stinging
then ache
like Sunday
in church
when I finally faced
that she would
never be there
again
I didn’t cry
when you told me
she died
a surprise call
on a sunny
afternoon
There
was a space
where her face
was replaced
reality swiftly and suddenly
stung
I keep
breathing
and flouting
and singing
before
the bee
on a leaf
in this lake
Reading
Today’s poetry book for inspiration is What the Living Do: Poems by Marie Howe.