I have been taking classes in mixed media through Jennifer Chamberlin.  She had a two part class, Night Watch.  I also committed to sending out three "art poetry postcards" for National Poetry Month. So I combined the two.  This week has been the pink supermen which influenced my haiku.

I am laughing at myself because when I shared collage books with students, I always said I would never do collage because of the time.  Guess what?  I think this extremely relaxing.

Wow! This week.  Thank you pollens for being so high and causing itchy eyes, asthma, and tiredness. UGH!  So today, four poems.  Three a series on the Junco nest in my hanging flower pot. One for Earth Day.

Earth Day has always been special to me. Everyday should be earth day.  This is a photo I took last week when visiting a college friend.

Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY:
​JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.
So my April Poetry Project is to revisit and redux some previous poems.  I am not totally feeling it!
So I am changing it up. I am going to revise and redux some poems and sprinkle in new poems with it.  Today's is a response to the "Verse of Ages" prompt on April 15: 'essence'.  It gives me an opportunity to play with my Scottish Gaelic.

Outside  my writing room hangs a flower basket. The juncos have moved in.  As I thought about the word essence, I thought of the care of their young.

bidh eòin a ’biathadh cnuimhean
dha na leanaban aca
brìgh gaoil
© jone rush macculloch, draft

​Translation
birds feed worms 
to their babies
essence of love
© jone rush macculloch, draft

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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY:
​JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.
So my April Poetry Project is to revisit and redux some previous poems.  I am not totally feeling it!
So I am changing it up. I am going to revise and redux some poems and sprinkle in new poems with it.  Today's is a response to the "Verse of Ages" prompt on April 8: 'sharp'.  It gives me an opportunity to play with my Scottish Gaelic.

fàileadh sròn na luchaige
an càise biorach
fhad ‘s a tha cat a’ feitheamh

© jone rush macculloch, draft
Translation:
mouse’s nose sniffs
the sharp cheese
​while a cat waits

© jone rush macculloch, draft

So my April Poetry Project is to revisit and redux some previous poems.  I am not totally feeling it!
So I am changing it up. I am going to revise and redux some poems and sprinkle in new poems with it.  Today's is a response to the "Verse of Ages" prompt: 'grace'.

Hop on over to Linda at TeacherDance. She share a surprise late snow storm and thoughts on 'time'.j

Last week, I went on a field trip to one of my favorite wineries.  I was able to photograph a single first bloom. On the weekend, I discovered busyness in the hanging planter.  It was also MudPuddle Saturday(a group of women write about twice a month), I was able to draft a couple poems based on prompts.

Winter’s scent
outside my window
questions us,When is spring?
Hummingbirds dart, sip nectar
the fairy flowers

© jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft
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Bushtits Gather
Little partiers, the bushtits
gather at the suet block
The high scratchy calls
twitter-tweet  the location
A flash mob hangs upside down,
dining.  All are welcome.

© jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft

Welcome to Poetry Friday.  Today Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting Poetry Friday as she celebrates her birthday with two wonderful poems from the Poetry Foundation  website.
As one of her poems expresses may she have "the flame and the breath for wishes" into this new trip around the sun. Happy birthday, Heidi!

Today (Thursday actually) I got to sit outside and read.  Oh joyous day. I got to read a book that I will be featuring in April for National Poetry Month from a debut author. Spring is arriving bit by bit.

Earlier in the week I found a single tulip from the bulbs I planted last fall.  Many of them were disrupted by our residents squirrels.  Hence the poem.

tulip bloom
a sneak peak of spring
despite squirrels

© jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft

Today Karen at Karen Edmisten* will be hosting Poetry Friday.  Please head there to see the goodness of our Poetry Friday Community.

There's been quite a bit of chatter about the Covid-19 Vaccines. I don't recall a time that there has been more excitement over shots.  And it feels like winning the lottery to get an appointment which I have today (which means I might get to sub in April).  

We moved last June.  Two items that surfaced recently were my immunization cards for the Polio vaccine fifty-nine years ago. I have this glimmering of being in the big space that was the auditorium of my father's school, Clifton.  We were given a sugar cube with the dose.

pokey-poke
hope on horizon 
two vaccines
© jone rush macculloch (2021 draft) ​

Thanks to Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town for hosting Poetry Friday.  She is sharing from a book that is on my list, Brading Sweetgrass.

Every February, Laura Shovan invites writers to celebrate her birthday by writing poetry.  There is a yearly theme.  This year, it's "Bodies". These are some of the responses to prompts I've shared thus far.

The emphasis for the daily prompts is to be writing, the daily practice of writing.  There are days that the poems noodle around before landing on the paper.  

Sometimes words come. The sunrise today (Thursday) was exquisite. While I didn't capture tonight's sunset, the words came once more.

Did you know there are 28 days until 2020 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.

​Please join the party.  It will be fun!  I will be closing the signup on December 7, 2020 so that I can organized the addresses.

Mary Lee at A Year of Reading is hosting Poetry Friday. Join her and others in the fun!