 How can it be Christmas Eve already? This Friday Buffy at Buffy Silverman is hosting us. She's sharing her poetry gift from her Winter Swap and her poetic response.  one candle flickers
the light shines in the darkness while we wait with hope For those of you, who celebrate, Merry Christmas. Poetry Friday, Week 50: Ring the Bells, The Round Up is Here Plus Winter Poetry Swap Goodness12/16/2021
Welcome. I am so happy to be hosting today. I am looking forward to reading all the fabulous posts that our community shares.
Did you write a Cento poem for the Inklings? Did you write to the #PoetryPals prompt about that includes bells? Do you have happy news or the sharing of poems or poets. No matter what, you are welcomed here.
The #PoetryPals challenge this month is writing a poem about bells. It instantly made me think of a couple of bell poem ideas. However, the one that most resonated with me was one from my childhood. It must have been when I was in third or fourth grade. Late at night I heard the jingling of sleigh bells from outside when I was supposed to be asleep. It was most likely Christmas Eve. I grew up in a house that until seventh grade, the tree (one from a SoCal tree lot) was not put up until after my brother and I went to bed on Christmas Eve when Santa brought it and the presents.
I recently wrote what I call the “Double Golden Shovel” for my winter poetry swap person using two of their poetry lines to bookend the lines. I borrowed some words from the poems that spoke to me. This week, I found Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, The Bells to select lines from. Confession: I slightly altered two of the words for a better fit in the lines. From the poem, The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe On Christmas Eve To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells By the side of the pale-faced moon To wake at midnight by the faint jingling and tinkling of bells. The tintinnabulation from the rooftop out-side that tells me of Santa’s arrival. His boots of so much magic-the secret for walking in silence. The musically clanging and twanging of reindeer, careful not to disturb pale-faced Well tucked-in dreamers who slumber in Runic rhyme by the moon. ©Jone Rush MacCulloch
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Did you know there are 15 days until 2021 ends? Woohoo! Let's celebrate the New Year with a New Year Postcard? In Japan, it’s called Nengajo, a Japanese custom of ushering in the new year. How It Works:
Poetry Friday, Week 49: A Cento for Solstice and a Call for the New Year Poetry Postcard Exchange12/10/2021
 Cathy at Merely Day by Day is hosting us and thanking the Poetry Friday community. So glad you are in the community, Cathy. Molly Hogan of The Inklings, suggested for the December challenge, that we try the cento poem/patchwork poem. # PoetryPals the December challenge is to write a poem about bells. After reading MaryLee's cento last week and Carol Varsolana's cento this week, I am jumping in with one about winter's arrival. Did you know that the CENTO is an historic poetic form, relying entirely on other poets’ published words? According to Linda Black, Ausonius (c310 – c395) was the Roman originator of the form. For mine, I researched poems about the winter solstice. One Solstice When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire which burns the spark of luminous goodness when I stare at paper or into silences the dark, too, blooms and sings, The world appears very large, very round now extending far as the moon A quiet light, and then not even that. all the singing is in the tops of the trees which shook in the wind of night to drive the dark away One winter I lived north, alone ©jone rush macculloch, 2021 Sources for One Solstice: LITTLE GIDDING BY T.S. ELIOT A WINTER SOLSTICE PRAYER BY EDWARD HAYS SNOW BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE TO KNOW THE DARK BY WENDELL BERRY WINTER SOLSTICE BY HILDA MORLEY AN OLD MAN’S WINTER NIGHT BY ROBERT FROST WHITE-EYES BY MARY OLIVER THE COLD EARTH SLEPT BELOW BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SHORTEST DAY BY SUSAN COOPER THE WORLD BY JENNIFER CHANG 2022 New Year Poetry Postcard Exchange Won't you join us? We have about 10 at the party so far and there's room for more. Sign up for the 2022 New Year Postcard Exchange. Send five, send ten or send to all. Did you know there are 22 days until 2021 ends? Woohoo! Let's celebrate the New Year with a New Year Postcard? In Japan, it’s called Nengajo, a Japanese custom of ushering in the new year. How It Works:
 A shout out to this book, HOP TO IT edited by Janet Wong and Sylvia Vardell has won the Kids' Book Choice Awards. I love this book. Next week, the Poetry Friday Party is here! I'm hosting. Bring your bells and centos and winter solstice greetings! |
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