Valued Activities in My Poetry

I’m so excited about today’s prompt. I enjoyed Poetizing the News… of 1913 to no end—both the reading and the writing. But poetry focused on the things we like to do during the cruellest month just promises so many delights…

For Day 14 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Write a poem that includes at least three activities you truly enjoy doing in April.

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will bring joy to about-to-bloom trees.

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Mightiest of Beasts

The missus got home
from a women’s suffrage march
red-tempered, fiery-cheeked
and shouting across the yard.

“I’m mighty pleased our Jimmie isn’t a girl.
Had he been born woman in this hell of a country,
and grown up to marry a fool
who throws up as much idiocy
as you do, Todd Seth Doyle,
I would turn murderess in a church lawn;
murderess, I tell you!”

Once she crossed our threshold,
I sent our Jimmie to his room,
grabbed a clean shirt and my old cane,
and got ready to deal with Doyle.

“No, my Séamus,” she said,
her cheeks wet with rage.
“If you go out there, I lose what I’ve gained.”
My confusion must’ve shown,
because she touched my face, and added,
“Lucy stayed in Washington,
and Doyle filled the paper with nonsense
about his wife leaving his bed
without his permission.”

I squeezed her strong arm,
kissed her lightly on the mouth
and took our Jimmie to the circus
just outside town.
But my heart was heavy;
the circus always made me think of ice,
of dead sons and of firing squads
aimed at my blood…

I was lost in thought,
when little Jimmie pulled on my sleeve,
and pointed towards the ice sculpture tent.
My heart sunk
to get squeezed between leather and sole.
I tried to bring our Jimmie closer to me,
but we raised a boy with his own mind.

“O! Look papa!” he said,
“See that strange cow,
with his horns in his mouth,
eating hay with his tail.
Isn’t it the mightiest of beasts?”

“It sure is mighty, son.”
We walked fast towards the animal,
and I was happy.
Our Jimmie didn’t only notice the elephant
in the world’s room,
but his eyes could also see
a truer beast.

Process Note: on March 3, 1913, thousands joined the Women Suffrage Procession in the capital of the United States, to “march in a spirit of protest against the present political organization of society, from which women [were] excluded.” I invented Jimmie’s mother, but I’m sure such women raised their fists in Washington, D. C. Her comment about Doyle’s nonsense isn’t fiction (see images). Séamus’ preoccupation with circuses and ice are an allusion to the first line in Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude: “Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.” Yes, my muse truly enjoyed birthing this piece.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 13 –  Poetizing the News… of 1913: Write a poem based on a headline from April 1913. Please provide a link to your source, when possible. It would be interesting to read it after experiencing your poem.

Truer Beast

Notice!Truer Beast” and “Notice!” were extracted from DigitalNC

Poetizing the News… of 1913

Yesterday’s prompt was… tough. So I hope our muses bless us with lighter inspiration today. I spent at least two hours reading news articles, ads, personals… from 1913. I should say that I found what I was looking for about ten minutes into my search, but old news have addictive qualities. I can’t wait to read everyone’s contributions.

For Day 13 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Write a poem based on a headline from April 1913. Please provide a link to your source, when possible. I think it would be interesting to read it after experiencing your poem.

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you back (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will make really good news. I’m sure of it.

Poetizing the News… of 1913
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