Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #14: The Cinquain
Grandma’s dry skin
has shiny blue veins that
slither wriggle pulse bulge: Grandma’s
I never knew my family was so disgusting until I started writing poetry. Cool!
That IS what I adore about poetry, Louis. It can open your eyes to the wonder that is all around you. Even when what you find wonderful is not the same as what I find wonderful.
Missing the Best Guinea Pig Ever
by Goldie Granmoti
Muffin, fluff of
ginger fur, purred and squeaked,
snuggled close. Then stillness. Quiet.
I can’t believe Miss S is going to let Goldie read poems at the talent share, and not me!
Martha O'Quinn says
Laura, it’s as if you somehow personally know my family. At least Louis does. My little great-granddaughter Penny, age 4, has been fascinated with the loose skin atop the blue, snaky veins on the backs of my hands since before she was a year old. She actually giggles when she pinches the skin up and watches it smooth back out. I will meet her little 4-month old sister for the first time next month and I have a feeling she will share that pastime with Josie. Not complaining as Penny loves to snuggle and hold my hand while entertaining herself.
Bodies are fascinating! The poem “Piandroid,” which will publish soon, is based on my own gnarly hands. Maybe I’ll post a putrid picture:>) Congratulations on a new great-granddaughter–how lovely!
Ahh, sorry, Dr. Skullstench, but I love Goldie’s poem. Maybe because I had guinea pigs once upon a time.