Walking a mile most days this plague year
past my workshop and out the gate
down to the mailbox cluster
and the butterbur patch
and up the steep hill
familiar yet
different
up I
go
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Walking a mile most days this plague year
past my workshop and out the gate
down to the mailbox cluster
and the butterbur patch
and up the steep hill
familiar yet
different
up I
go
LOVE LOVE LOVE! The wedge shape is perfect for the hill theme. I never knew the word “butterbur”!?!!! 🙂
Thank you, Nancoise! I was pretty exhausted by Hour 10, but the final nonet prompt piqued my interest. Butterbur is another name for Petasites japonica, or coltsfoot or fuki in Japan. A large patch of them have inspired my printmaking for the last few years.
I agree with Nancoise! Brilliant use of the shape of the poem to mirror the words (or vice versa)… also love the feeling of repetition/doing the same things over again this year, while waiting. Visual imagery makes the scene in this poem, vivid!
Thank you! Sometimes those formal challenges can produce surprising results.