 © design by Amber Fleek Poetry Friday is being hosted by Laura at Laura's Blog. She's featuring Laura Purdie Salas' new book, Finding Family: The Duckling Raised by Loons — the true story of a mallard duckling adopted by a loon pair. Laura has also been busy organizing her annual poetry challenge Facebook group with daily prompts. This year the theme is "Story".  Wee snowdrops pushing through The first day prompt was to write a poem or tell a story in reverse. I have been thinking about my snowdrops, planted in the fall. I was hopeful that they would bloom on February 1 for st. Brigit's Day but they didn't. Waiting for St. brigit Snowdrops signal spring Green shoots push through soil Snow blankets the city Below The liminal space winter’s sleep is interrupted Roots stirring In spiral motion as did our ancestors planting bulbs © draft, 2023 Jone Rush MacCulloch  ©Jone Rush MacCulloch, photo taken at The Last Bookstore, Los Angeles, CA Another prompt this week features a book themed staircase and I remembered this one from last year's trip to The Last Bookstore in LA.
I was inspired by the triolets being shared this week. Afternoon Afternoon at grandmother’s bookstore I climb up her stairs to the attic, her library shelves, smelling of vanilla and cellulose Afternoon at grandmother’s bookstore undiscovered words and worlds while dust diamonds stream in the sun Afternoon at grandmother’s bookstore I climb up her stairs to the attic © draft, 2023 Jone Rush MacCulloch  Linda at TeacherDance is full of hearts in many different forms. Thank you for hosting today.  A Clock and Books
© Jone Rush MacCulloch 2022 Mixed media (photos, magazine, ink, napkin) Created for Laura Shovan’s 10th Annual February Poetry Project: “Time”. This quote from Tom Robbins speaks to me: “A book no more contains reality than a clock contains time. A book may measure so-called reality as a clock measures so-called time; a book may create an illusion of reality as a clock creates an illusion of time; a book may be real, just as a clock is real (both more real, perhaps, than those ideas to which they allude); but let's not kid ourselves - all a clock contains is wheels and springs and all a book contains is sentences.” ― Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues As well as this quote from Albert Einstein: “Time is relative.” The clock is a photo of my great uncle’s clock which he won at the 1908 Bloomsburg Fair in Pennsylvania. It’s sitting on a photo of my grandmother’s tatting. My poem is inspired from a writing on Taylor Mali's blog. I used the "I Remembered" prompt to get started I had the privilege of listening to his talk last night, "Debt of Memory." It was exactly what I needed, especially the term "augmented memory.' I Remembered The American Mantle Clock chimed during family dinners Great-uncle Jim’s prize, won at the 1908 Bloomsburg Fair Traveled from the Pennsylvania woods to the California high desert in the 40’s Perched atop the handcrafted china closet, feather dusted by many young hands I raced the clock to finish, diagramming sentences before the hour of gloaming as the wheels and gears of my mind spun stories in syncopated time © 2022, jone rush macculloch Poetry Friday is here today: Kat at Kathryn Apel. She's heading us up for a muster, which means cattle round-up. And she has a new book out, THE BIRD IN THE HERD. It looks like a very engaging and fun book. I have a couple of poems that were inspired by the prompts for Laura Shovan's February poetry challenge. Sometimes the poems didn't arrive on the day of the prompt. They tumbled out later. The first one is from February 8, with Buffy Silverman's snow on a tree skin idea. I thought of the icicles after the ice storm. each morning icicles lengthen the notebook chronicles the size. popsicles reaching the tree's clavicle. © jone rush macculloch (2021 draft) The second poem is from the prompt on February 24th about seeing bodies in the clouds, water, trees, you get the drill. I have written about this tree on our property before. And I've discovered her mouth, It took a hit in the recent snice (snow and ice) storm.   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.  I offered the prompt for February 6: my dog's eye.  February 9 is the anniversary Mom's passing.   Photo from a walk, March 2020 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.
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