Happy Poetry Friday!
Well, it’s my 27th wedding anniversary, and I feel like I should be posting something more romantic. But here I am, with a villanelle about rocks, because the first Poetry Friday of each month is my Poetry Seven post. But Randy is my rock, and we’ve been through our share of T. Rexes and volcanoes, and I think our marriage is the? art and diamonds we’ve created of them. OK, that’s not geologically correct, but you know what I mean:>) Happy Anniversary, Randy. I love you!
Now. Remember how I mentioned last month that the Poetry Seven (aka Poetry Princesses) were going to write poems of a certain form each month and share them? Last month, it was triolets. Well, this month, it’s villanelles, and our theme was “hidden things.”
Just a Rock
To hear a story, just pick up a rock–
the tale it whispers in your ear delights.
Each stone’s a box of history. To unlock
the seabed’s secrets, grab a piece of chalk.
Make art from shells of long-dead trilobites.
To hear a story, hold basaltic rock
from ancient times–volcano’s liquid shock
of molten lava. Watch the earth ignite!
Which box of history does this stone unlock?
A pebble crushed by pounding T. Rex walk?
Or diamond made by mountain pressing tight?
To hear a story, find a jagged rock,
perhaps an arrowhead. Rewind the clock
to Ice Age times, when spears killed mammoths’ might.
Each stoney box of history can unlock
our past. Just lean in close, for rocks can talk.
And over time, our planet’s learned to write.
To hear a story, pick up any rock.
Each stone’s a box of history to unlock.
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Here I am reading this villanelle:
And here are links to the Poetry Seven’s villanelles (with my favorite teaser line from each!):
[Addendum: Complete links to come as everyone posts their triolets!]
Liz Garton Scanlon (But really these are ancient myths we’ve reared)
Tanita S. Davis? (Defies the dark, its thousand points agleam)
Kelly Fineman (As winter gathers strength, it gathers light.)
Sara Lewis Holmes (I spiral/ on the surface of the Inter-bog, layered rich as peat)
Andromeda Jazmon (For every blooming there’s a cost.)
Tricia Stohr-Hunt? (Crack plaster, pull timbers, find frescos below)
And don’t forget to visit Liz at Elizabeth Steinglass for the Poetry Roundup today. Enjoy!
P.S. If you’re interested in our previous collaborations: