Friday, October 05, 2018

Friday Poetry: small animal poems

I'm joining in with my Poetry Sisters once again, to post small poems (six lines or less) about animals. The challenge is to include the three words spike, roof, and shadow. I've done a couple drafts, and am sharing this one about my dog Jax. He's been such a joy to me in the past two years.

Fur Therapy

Across snowfields
my puppy Jax gambols
biting my snowballs into dust;
a spike of laughter
to raise the roof
of my spirit’s shadow.

Andromeda Jazmon 

Please enjoy these links to the other blogs of my Poetry Sisters, where the variety of ways 
they meet this challenge is truly amazing. Also, please find time this weekend to enjoy all 
the poetry links at the Opposite of Indifference - the Poetry Friday Roundup

Tanita S. Davis

Liz Garton Scanlon

Kelly Fineman

Trisha Stohr-Hunt

Friday, September 01, 2017

Back in the game

It's September and I am pulling myself together to get back in the saddle for Poetry Friday. My poetry sisters have been publishing poems every first Friday while I took a break, but this month's prompt was just too enticing for me to pass up. Sara shared a photo she took while working at the Highlights Retreat Center in Honesdale, PA, and it really inspired me. We are writing ekphrastic poems, which are simply poems in response to art and can take any form.

20 questions

What person would wish home to end?
What end person would home wish?
What would a home person wish to end?
What wish would end a person’s home?
What home would an end person wish?
What person wishes home would end?
What end would home wish a person?
What would wish a person’s end home?
What wish a person’s home would end?
What home’s end would a person wish?
What person would wish?
What end person would?
What would a home?
What wish would?
What home would?
What person wishes?
What end?
What would?
What wish?

What home?
-Andromeda Jazmon

Please visit the other poetry sister's blogs and enjoy their poems!

And make sure you stop by the Friday Poetry roundup this weekend, hosted by Kathyrn Apel.

Friday, December 02, 2016

Cloister Ekphrastic Free Verse

 This month, in our year of writing poetry together, my Poetry Sisters have called on me to supply the art for our ekphrasic poems. I've chosen to share my photos of the cloisters of Glencairn Museum, a place I love to visit. You can read about the cloister here. The mansion was built as a family home for Raymond Pitcairn and his family in the 1930s, and later turned into a museum for religious art. Of the southern side of the house a cloister garden is built, surrounded by columns carved into depictions of 12 different bird species.

This is the place I find a peaceful retreat most often now. The family that build the house was railroad/oil baron rich; sort of like an American Downton Abbey, if you will. Now the house/garden is open to anyone, so it ends up being for the people in a way. The Pitcairns built the house with the cloister to be their family home. They had 11 children and raised them in the house. Raymond collected medieval art, and wanted the home to display his collection. When I am there I always imagine Mildred, the wife/mother, living there. Her bedroom is just above the cloister, where she had a huge bathroom with windows over the tub (they were one of the first to have lavish indoor plumbing) looking out over the cloister, gardens, and open valley below. They also had a sleeping porch, and could spend the nights out under the stars.

Cloister Home

She gathers
on the grass; children,
wine, cheese, bread, and
veggies cut and diced.
The littles fling
round the fountain,
laughter rising
on the cool evening
air. Light soft, stone hard.
They circle her. Their eyes
bounce from bird to bush
and back to her.
The older ones want to talk.
They hesitate,
spill stories; seek what
she knows but never says.

Bold Miss will always ask -
Where is daddy?
Still at work, darling.
Here. He comes
up the hill, seeking
them in the cloister.
Where cool breezes
find and lift
sweaty smocks,
limp locks,
sometimes torn knees
or slight limps.
Nearing end of day
and no one’s cleaned up yet.

Their voices lilt
across the valley
hidden behind the stone.
Stone carved to birds;
wings, bills, eyes
downcast. We must lift
to look; they gaze low
reminding us
nothing is heavy
that sings.

And then
in the dark
all comes to rest
on the sleeping porch
above the white garden.
Above the shushing
fountain catching
peace as it rises
off the star lit 

 Please take some time to visit the blogs of my Poetry Sisters and enjoy their poems as well:

Laura Purdie Salas
Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Fineman
Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita S. Davis 

And don't forget to visit the Friday Poetry roundup, hosted by: 
Bridget Magee at wee words for wee ones. Enjoy!

Friday, September 02, 2016

Clogyrnach: a Welsh poetic form

My Poetry Sisters and I are trying out a new-to-me form this month, something I have found quite tricky. I only just pulled something out that I am willing to share. I need to work on this one a bit more; it's a challenge!

Trisha had posted about the Clogyrnach form on her Monday Poetry Challenge last year, explaining it this way:

Clogyrnach is a Welsh poetic meter that falls under the poetic form of awdl (odes). Clogyrnach are composed of any number of 6-line stanzas. Each stanza has 32 syllables. The first couplet is 8 syllables with an end rhyme of aa, the second couplet is 5 syllables with an end rhyme of bb, and the final couplet is is 3 syllables with an end rhyme of ba. In some variations the poem is written as a 5-line stanza with the 5th line composed of 6 syllables.  

I had a terrible time trying to write something that didn't sound completely sing-songy at first, then awkward, and finally falling flat with cliche. Finally I started to concentrate on a sky view I had enjoyed a few days ago on my lunch walk, and my thoughts seemed to fit the form. 

Above the Valley

Puff clouds stretch out across the sky
Above the treetops, float and fly
Boats that bob and toss
Made of cotton floss
Race across
Wave goodbye
      - Andromeda Jazmon

Please go see what the other Poetry Sisters have done with this form- they are so clever!

Laura Purdie Salas
Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Fineman
Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita S. Davis 

And don't forget to visit the Friday Poetry Roundup at A Penny and Her Jots!

Friday, August 05, 2016

An Ekphrastic Poem for WONDER


You know how much I love house plants and greenery of all kinds. I don't have a green thumb, and my plants don't always do well, but I am stubborn and don't give up easily. My office is full of plants. sometimes they get those really annoying fungus gnats, so I am continually in a battle of control. 

There was an outbreak the same week that my Poetry Sister Sara shared her photos of the art instillation "Wonder"at the Smithsonian's Renwick Gallery in DC, which was somewhat ironic to me. The part of the show by  by Jennifer Angus called "Midnight Garden" featured a huge exhibition of insects arranged in fantastic patterns and glued to the wall. I know, right? Bugs. But these are really amazing bugs.

Jennifer Angus' "Wonder" exhibit; made of insects

The entire wall space of the room is covered with insects displayed in elaborate patterns. The website of the Renwick Gallery states:
 "Yes, the insects are real, and no, she has not altered them in any way except to position their wings and legs. The species in this gallery are not endangered, but in fact are quite abundant, primarily in Malaysia, Thailand, and Papua New Guinea, a corner of the world where Nature seems to play with greater freedom. The pink wash is derived from the cochineal insect living on cacti in Mexico, where it has long been prized as the best source of the color red."
 Isn't that AMAZING? And a little creepy. I couldn't help but put the two experiences together in my mind as I worked on this months' Poetry Sisters challenge: ekphrastic poems in any style or form, in response to the art at Renwick Gallery when Sara visited in May.

Artwork © Jennifer Angus, photographs © Sara Lewis Holmes 


The bug
pinned to the wall
(arms splayed, wings
just so, legs akimbo)
is never the one
bothering you.

what bugs you
is the gnat
between you
and the screen.

   -Andromeda Jazmon

Can I get a witness?

Don't miss the other poems written for this month's challenge at the Poetry Sisters' blogs: 

Laura Purdie Salas - Laura's in the cheering section this month, as life took p residence over blogging.
Tricia Stohr-Hunt  - She can hear them breathing, and they're coming for us.
Sara Lewis Holmes - Tells the story of visiting the gallery, with more pictures and amazing poetry!
Kelly Fineman
Liz Garton Scanlon - opening drawers full of surprises
Tanita S. Davis - Uses words like "
chitinous" perfectly poetically!!

And don't forget to stop by the Friday Poetry Roundup hosted by Tara at  A Teaching Life! 

Friday, July 01, 2016

In the school of Kay Ryan

Every so often the Poetry Sisters and I like to try writing In the Style of... a poet whose skill we admire. In the past we looked at e.e. cummings and wrote poems somewhat like his. This month we are echoing Kay Ryan, US Poet Laureate from 2008 -10 and Pulitzer Prize winner in 2011. Ryan is known for short lines, brevity, alliteration and internal rhyme, or what she calls "recombinant rhyme". I like that very much!

Here is my echo of the style of the poem "Turtle" by Kay Ryan:


Who would be a ‘skeeter who could help it?
A whiz-buzz on the wind, risking a slap.
She takes leave of sense, mindless missile locked on
your bright breath’s beacon; answer to her longing.
Zoom - she’s on you, mad dashing to hot blood.
No plan for retirement, no thought for tomorrow;
only tonight, and those infuriating screens.
Hounded by citronella and DEET, she
dodges light and smoke for just one meal.
Nothing lost, nothing gained, she only wants
one blind chance to kiss the back of your knee
(skin love for the the sweetest spot).
In exchange, her gift to you -
the unavoidable mindfulness
of irrepressible itch.

                    -Andromeda Jazmon 2016

Go see what wonders my Poetry Sisters have done!
and be sure to check out the Poetry Friday Round up by 

(I don't have any photos of mosquitos, so I have to use some of my mosquito-repellent plants. Citronella for the win!)

Friday, May 06, 2016

Woods Walk

I've been trying to spend more time outside this month, following the Rewild Your Life 30 Day Challenge, and getting more connected to nature after reading Jon Young's books What the Robin Knows and Coyotes' Guide to Connecting with Nature. I've loved bird watching for many years, but man, there's a lot more to know about those humble backyard birds!

I am fortunate to work in a place that is right next door to a natural area, and I often go walking there at lunch. My Poetry Sisters and I are working on writing tritinas this month, so I thought I would use a reflection on a recent woods walk for the subject of my poem.

The lovely Trisha, from the Miss Rumphius blog, explains the form: "The tritina is composed of 3 tercets and a final line that stands alone. Like the sestina, it uses a set of alternating end words–in this case three. The tritina form is a mini-sestina, using only 3 words instead of 6." Trisha has led us in the Monday Poetry Stretch doing this form several times, with amazing results. Our poetry group agreed to work with a personal choice of three words from these six held in common: sweet, cold, stone, hope, mouth, thread.

Here's my first attempt: 

Woods Walking

A day in April; passing sweet -
The sun is bright, the wind is cold.
Our forest breaks at quarry stone.

The dappled shade caresses stone.
A warbler’s calling “Sweet, sweet, sweet!”,
as if we’ve never know the cold.

Or; Welcome it! Refreshing cold!
that echos from old piles of stone
to magnify the warbler’s sweet

sweet song that sings the cold from stone.

Andromeda Jazmon

Be sure to visit my Poetry Sister's blogs to read their tritinas!

 And check out the Friday Poetry round up by Sylvia at Poetry for Children!