A Word, a Question, a Poem and a Deadline Walk into a Blog
Thanks to Crosses and Cradles
for being our September host!!!
And now you know my dark little secret . . . The real reason I wanted another host and a two-week deadline for submissions was that I was planning to slide in at the very last second.
(Well, not planning, but guessing that I would. And wasn't I right!?!)
Remember that our October host is Salome Ellen. Please e-mail her your words and questions when she puts up the announcement post on the first Wednesday of October. (Dylan, I can forward her what you sent me, if you like. =))
Question: Why does the air smell so good after a thunderstorm?
Nature insists on antiphons
from her choirs of water, air and earth
A thunderstorm is just one form--
The labour of a longed-for birth
And in her ancient vesperal
This violent call to evensong
Begins a psalm of gleaming calm--
Air sweet with silence all night long
And before you say, "That's it, Enbrethiliel???" We waited two weeks for this??? . . . I have a funny story that's worth all that waiting.
At least it's funny to me. To you, it might be yet another reason I shouldn't be hosting this game again until I unfrazzle myself.
Bat, you might notice that I'm also using your word. It wasn't because I felt particularly moved by the sound of "vesperal"--although I suspect that original submitter had that very reason. My sad, silly, probably stoned reason was that I gave both of us the same word and didn't notice until today . . . when I linked up my poem . . . and then went to read yours.
What followed was fifteen minutes of scrambling through the "W&Q 4" e-mail entries, trying to figure out which poor word didn't get a partner for this dance.
It was gleaming.
Now, it took me long enough to write those eight humble lines, and I didn't trust myself to improvise a third verse on the spot, so I simply took out one of my original words so that "gleaming" could take its place.
And now the error has been rectified.
But oh, how I miss the original line, "Begins a psalm of puddling calm" . . .
Thanks again to Dauvit for being such a great host and to everyone else for playing! I've held off reading your own poems, but I'm going to make my rounds now. =D