Welcome to Poetry Friday on this last Friday of the year. Thank you Michelle Kogan for hosting! Check in with her Here.
I was away last week visiting family. I hope everyone had a joyful holiday. Since our return, my husband feels under the weather. He’s OK, and so far is so far Covid negative but who knows? I’ve noticed that friends here and there are getting covid, though no one is very sick.
Let’s move on to elfchen poems.
This week I will contribute a few. The form is described Here. It’s a short five line poem and the directions made me think:
First line one word: A thought, object, a color, smell or the like.
Second line two words: What does the word from the first line do?
Third line three words: Where or how is the word from line one?
Fourth line four words: What do you mean?
Fifth line one word: What results? What is the conclusion?
I saw the most brilliant blue in the stained glass at the Sagrada Familia, a cathedral in Barcelona last year.
MEDITATION
blue
deep calm
colors evening skies
children will sleep tonight
peace
© Janice Scully (draft) 2023
Pumpkin pie with cinnamon.
PUMPKIN PIE Cinnamon. Holiday memory. Ancient amygdala triggered. Take a deep breath. Delight. © Janice Scully (draft) 2023
This lilac tree looks down for the count.
DREAMING OF SPRING Lilac, playing dead. Gray,cold December. Fragrant purple flowers gone. Deceiving. © Janice Scully (draft) 2023
I have one last one I wrote after listening to a radio story here on the show 1-A, about laboratory grown, cultivated, chicken. It is worth a listen. Cultivated meat is being tested in two restaurants, one in San Francisco and in Washington D.C.
Chicken. Lab grown. No slaughter required. Reportedly tastes the same. Try? ©Janice Scully 2023
Since food production requiring slaughterhouses and the killing of animals contributes to 20% of green house emissions, it would be significant in the fight against global warming. I’d definitely try if it is ever available.
Well, as for the elfchen, I look forward to reading more. I found that most of my lines were end-stopped. I wasn’t sure to punctuate or not.
Happy New Year!