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mignon, I don't know what happened there, but I've copied and pasted your #27:
revision:
Parallels
flee to the woods
and bark the trees
with the tongue—what
better dagger
than one which wags
—a fountain pen
poking points with
perseverance—
woodpecker drilling
to find hollows
—nothing—to make
something and paint
oneself silly
little animal
lost in the forest
~ml
June 22, 2021
Parallels
I flee to the woods
and bark the trees
with my tongue
what better dagger
than one which wags
or a fountain pen
poking points
with perseverance
woodpecker drilling
to find hollows
—nothing
to make something
and paint myself silly
little animal
lost in the forest
~ml
May 19, 2009
I like what you've done with the poem. It feels like a portrait, insofar as it's condensed into one space, and I still love the woodpecker and the silly little animal :-)
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Good evening,
John. Yes, it's a happy piece, written to relieve the stress of homebuying about three years ago.
As John mentioned Lear, I'm posting my Jumblies piece. The silly Scilly party met the Jumblies on St Martin's, which is one of the islands. There's a few interesting things about the island on Wikipedia, including a photo of the splendid
daymark :-)
When Coo & Co met the Jumblies
So the party sailed northwards to St Martin's Isle,
00dropping anchor at Bread & Cheese Cove,
before journeying upwards with soup, super-style,
00and a mini yet mighty gas stove.
'We are bound for the daymark, FT,' Coo explained,
00'it resembles a tinned pencil tip
and its radiant red-and-white stripes are maintained
00to assist every barque, boat, and ship.'
'Yay, the daymark!' the St Mary's mossops gave cheer;
00'It is certainly bright,' smiled FT.
'Yes, indeed; and behold, we have strong soup-and-beer,'
00added Coo, 'to heat up presently.'
But as everyone neared the said red-and-white stripes,
00they perceived other colours as well –
there were greens, there were blues, of quite jubilant types,
00a fine blend with the Scilly-sea swell.
As the party drew closer, the colours took shape
00and the greens became well-rounded heads,
then the blues became hands, holding joy-juice of grape
00and some cheese and a few brown-rye breads.
'Who be these?' asked the mossops, their eyes all a-glow;
00'These be Jumblies,' Coo whispered reply –
'I had thought that their wanderings ceased long ago;
00here they are, though, most spruce and most spry!'
'Greetings, Jumblies!' Coo curtseyed, and held out a wing,
00'We are honoured to meet you this day.
I am Coo, these are mossops, and this flissty thing
00is FT.' And the mossops sang, 'Yay!'
All the Jumblies came prancing in pink-paper shoes
00they had fastened well down with a pin,
and shook hands, wings. 'Such pleasure to meet all of yous!'
00they all chorused, with greenial grin.
'Are you travelling again?' asked FT. 'That we are!'
00they responded, 'wherever we turn,
in our swift-circling sieve and our crockery jar,
00and through waters both peaceful and stern.'
'That is fun!' Coo decided. 'And what of your jaunt?'
00Jumblies asked. 'It is Scilly throughout,'
Coo informed, 'seeing many an historic haunt,
00sometimes witnessing ruin and rout.'
'Let's sit shadily down by the daymark, fond friends,'
00said the Jumblies, 'and make a long lunch,
and our wanderings never shall come to their ends
00while there's bread, cheese, and soup fit to crunch.'
So all ate, drank, and merried, and grew very tall,
00parting company just after five,
for the Jumblies to re-visit St Martin's mall
00to buy plums and a seal who could jive.
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I have to take a break from this thread now, as I'm a bit busy updating my portfolio in between working long hours below minimum wage. Do carry on in our absence, though :-) :>)