Poetry Friday, Week 32: From the Poetry Pop-up Salon

Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting this week and is sharing poetry news.
Last Saturday morning I hosted a Poetry Pop-Up Salon for poets to gather and write for a short amount of time.  It's a great way to generate a wee amount of work and just noodle with poetry plus the bonus of being in community.  Today I'm sharing my very rough drafts from the two invitation prompts  I used: harvest and the phrase soaked with the moon from "Jack and the Moon" in Marie Howe's latest book,  New and Selected Poems.  We typically write for about 20 minutes and share.  It is so interesting to see how each writer uses the prompt.

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My doodly and scribbly writing in my notebook.

Prompt: Harvest-FIre-Key

When the moon is full
Harvest begins

At night, the sneaps, the turnips, 
are at their fullest

Gran tell me
it’s key for the highest nutrients

At home, a kettle boils water
over the wood fire

Plop, plop, plop,
Tiny moons into the pot

When the moon is full
Harvest begins

©jone rush macculloch, draft 2025

For the following prompt, I love playing with golden shovels. Of late, I've been thinking about time, time folding, and time travel. Thus the following draft, a triple golden shovel.
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Prompt: soaked with the moon from "Jack and the Moon"
I.
On the mesa, a woman soaked 
her clothing in a wooden tub with 
Sage and mugwort. The 
tincture for solving disputes on a full moon

II.
Midnight tides soaked
us, drenched us with 
seaweed strands. We wore them like the 
selkies and danced under the full moon

III.
Time particles soaked
with
filaments of sandstone and sea salt. The
Amalgamation of time travel under the full moon

©jone rush macculloch, draft 2025

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OUESTION:
Would you be more likely to join a Poetry Pop Up on a weeknight for an hour-ish time to write and talk? Or are Saturday mornings better? Or does it matter?