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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
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.Our Poetry Friday community has many ways to connect; every Friday here, poetry collectives that share monthly challenges, the upcoming New Year's Poem Postcard sendoff, and Tabatha Yeatts' summer and Winter Poetry Swap.
This week a package arrive from the east coast and my Winter Swap partner was revealed. Thank you, Heidi Mordhorst, for this thoughtful poem, "Under her Tree." It could be a bio-poem about what I care about. "You'll find" is a terrific repeating line. She used a photo recently took from Astoria for my trees, don't you love the stars? I need to up my poetry game fir these swaps after this.
I also learned something about Heidi. I was unaware of this delicious book, PUMPKIN BUTTERFLY; POEMS FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF NATURE by her and illustrated by Jenny Reynish. It's a perfect addition for my poetry mentor books.
I particularly like the poem, "Winter Linens" which is probably perfect for part of the country today and in which I hope to see sometime this winter.
Winter Linens by Heidi Mordhost
just water frozen white
clinging to every leaf and chunk of gravel
lying along every twig and wire
mounding over every stump and silent ball
and in the dawning light
this water frozen white
glows cold and comfort both
as if to step out and lie down in it
to sink into the later that lines the slope of the slide
would be a cozy coming home to bed.
Thank you, Heidi for this wonderful and timely winter swap.
I wonder what others will find under their trees.
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