Under

Day Thirteen
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Under

Under my hood I have a hat.
Under that hat swirls a universe of me.
Brains atop a toadstool, rooted and sylvan.

Under my belt I am cinched to saddle.
Under that saddle, my steed. Partners
Perched gloriously in our eccentricity.

Under the sea I sleep my rune.
Under that rune an airy grave
Awash in a life well lived, a life fully given.

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Author’s Note:

NaPoWriMo: (Prompt from Day 12)

Finally, our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Have you ever flipped to the index of a book and found it super interesting? Well, I have (yes, I live an exciting life!)…Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index, somewhat in the style of this poem by Thomas Brendler. Happy writing!

 

Oh….

Our writing group met tonight and I brought the prompt. I copied out some parts of an index from an anthology of poetry in my classroom. We each chose one paper listing seven first lines. We each chose a number from one to seven. That would be our starting line. Then we circled one word in each of the remaining lines. We wrote from there.

Here are my first line and words from The Random House Book of Poetry for Children:

Uncle, whose inventive brains, 159
Under a toadstool, 206
Under my hood I have a hat, 128
Underneath my belt, 120
Until I saw the sea, 29
Up the airy mountain, 207
Upon this cake of ice is perched, 192

 

Oh…tomorrow is another day. 🙂

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