This. Poetry. Project.
I feel more righteously untouchable every month. I am DOING this thing! Yeah! It’s June and we Poetry Sisters have been poetically collaborating for Six. Whole. Months. How cool are we???
Of course, next month we may do imitative poems “In The Style Of,” or launch the crown of sonnets, wherein we seven have to take the last line of the sonnet in the crown ahead of us and make it the first line of our current sonnet (and the final person has to use the first AND last lines), and I am prettydarnedsure I will not feel so righteously anything at that point, except righteously clinging to sanity, but this month, I was ALL about the odes… because, odes are songs, and I am a choir girl. In my head (or brainradio, as my friend Kel calls it), there’s always A Song For Every Occasion.
We decided to skip the traditional Homeric or Pindaric forms of odes, which have waaaay too many lines for a fun Poetry Friday exercise, and stick with our own topics (not nature or Greek gods) and possibly make them un peu amusant as well. Well — I didn’t win on humor or nuance (you must see the others for that. My word.) – but I had a good time… and was righteously untouchable, of course. So I shall sing… of my bling.
ode to the adorned
Sing of ankles, wrists and throat; lobes and fingers unadorned
Natural beauty this promotes – (and an urge for baubles, note) –
Both paste and pearls my parents scorned, and so in me, the need was born
for…anklet, armbands, bangles, beads – (Siren Bijou, sing to me)
bracelets, brooch-pins charming chains — bling’s the thing that chants my name
chokers, charms, or cameos; circlets clipped on, don and go –
crowns of diamanté, gems, hoops, with jewels that never dim.Praise for brilliance, facet, size – color, carat, clarity –
Sing of sequins, glitter’s guise; crystals (quartz) by Swarovski
Sticker studs, mehndi swirls —
necklace knots for boys or girls –
sing of pendants, rhinestone rings; tie tacks seen in magazines…glass or stone it matters not – sparkle, shimmer, gleam and shine –
Won’t give that a second thought – all that matters is it’s mine.Sing, the swing of pearl earrings, toes to forehead all adorned
Praise the beauty in the charm of the bracelet on my arm –
Laud the art as it is formed, praise for beauty, in me borne.
There’s still room at the top. ☺
I hope you’ve gotten a smile – and the idea that I’m like a wee, maddened magpie, always picking up rocks and stray buttons and things that sparkle on the street. (I do. I have no shame. Or shortage of quarters, either.) I also hope you’ll pop over to see what the scintillating Seven Sisters have written – the wit really sparkles in these odes and a lot of personality shines through, much more than in any other style than we’ve attempted, interestingly enough. I’m still kind of gobsmacked that in the spirit of “just getting one out” Ms. Rumphius scribbled one out and wowed us all. This was such fun, we’re still snickering, and you will be too:
- An Ode to Where Her Backside Has Been @ Miss Rumphius Effect
- Kel’s Ode to the F-Word @ Writing & Ruminating
- Andi’s Ode to The Joys of Knitting @ A Wrung Sponge
- Liz’s sassy Ode to her Curls & Her Girls @ her fancy newish blog,
- Sara’s Ode to …well, you’ll see @ Read, Write, Believe
- Laura’s Double-Cream Ode to Junk Food @ Writing the World for Kids
Poetry Friday is where you can find even more swing and rhythm and meter, and it’s hosted today by the wonderfully named Buffy Silverman @ Buffy’s Blog. Have the most amazing, song-worthy weekend. Keep a song in your hearts, kids.