Day Five Paul Bunyan

On April 5, 2022

Day 5 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net https://www.napowrimo.net

…”Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?”

Paul Bunyan

Every day, Paul walks the half mile

to the barn, greets Babe, the blue

ox who shares his mythic story.

The two stand tall, dwarf us

all. They say that he was seven feet 

in stocking toes, but who knows?

Was he from Quebec? Who the heck

knows, his first mention, Beaverton, Michigan,

though some proclaim his California fame.

And when did Babe, the Blue Ox appear?

Whatever the case, her fate, I fear, to stand forever

in Minnesota. I bet she doesn’t give one iota.

Ten thousand lakes they say he made,

and carved the Grand Canyon too.

And piled up stones to create Mount Hood.

Seems a mythical lumberjack thing to do.

He’s even mentioned by Stephen King

in the novel, It, he’s a regular thing.

Carol A. Stephen

April 5, 2022

Day Four Mirror, Mirror

https://www.napowrimo.net/

On April 4, 2022

Day 4 prompt from NaPoWriMo:

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram. You can find examples here, and here, and here.”

Mirror, Mirror, a prompt poem

1. Look into the mirror, past

2. The person you see,

3. Deep in the glass, find the objects of your life.

4. Which one means the most to you?

5. Write it. It is your poem.

Carol A Stephen 

April 4, 2022

Dried Blood and Flowers

This poem was not in response to any NaPoWriMo prompt, but rather a phrase I heard on a CNN newscast out of Ukraine. The counterpoint of dried blood from massacre, and a bouquet of fresh-cut spring flowers.

Dried Blood and Flowers

Makeshift graves for the bodies, their only crime,

Being there when the invaders felt like target practice.

 On the ground, blood stains where they fell,

Dried now, beside a cluster of flowers, remembrance

For the unknown fallen, for family members taken, and soldiers 

Defending against an indefensible war. 

This is a war of atrocities, by aggressors who lack all humanity. 

Vicious animals, with no respect for their so-called brothers. 

In their wake, dried blood and flowers. 

Carol A. Stephen

April 8, 2022

A Pause in the Poems, Sorry!

I’m scheduled for surgery Thursday morning, (that’s tomorrow!) and that has required a few unexpected appointments to make sure everything is a go. As far as I know, I will have local anaesthetic, and a sedative to keep me calm, but not asleep. Anyway, that is what I am hoping for!

They will take a vein in my arm and join it to the artery to make what I guess you might call a “supervein.” My term, not theirs! They call it an A-V fistula. I’m a bit nervous, to say the least, but it’s something I need to do.

But if you’ve followed me in previous NaPoWriMo’s (is that a word?) you know that sometimes I can write three poems in a day. I think one year, quite awhile ago, I was so far behind I wrote 15. Were they good poems? Ha. Maybe. Maybe not so much.

All this to say, the rest of the poems are coming, as long as my typing muscles co-operate. It may take a bit to convince them to do that.