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Did you write a Cento poem for the Inklings?
Did you write to the #PoetryPals prompt about that includes bells?
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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
Last Call to Join the New Year Poetry Postcards Event
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 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.
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Elisabeth at Unexpected Intersections
is hosting Poetry Friday today. It's going to be a fun party as she and others celebrate Jane Yolen's 400th book, Bear Outside. Poets in the community are writing after the style of Yolen's eight line, rhyming poem, “What the Bear Knows”.
Join the party, the topic is What the ____ Knows.
Last week I shared my Poetry Swap from Janet ClareFagel . This week, Janet is my guest blogger. And it's an honor to share her Summer Swap treasures from Margaret Simon and myself.
Summer Poem Swap
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