Poetry Friday, Week 50: Ring the Bells, The Round Up is Here Plus Winter Poetry Swap Goodness12/16/2021
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Welcome. I am so happy to be hosting today. I am looking forward to reading all the fabulous posts that our community shares.
Did you write a Cento poem for the Inklings? Did you write to the #PoetryPals prompt about that includes bells? Do you have happy news or the sharing of poems or poets. No matter what, you are welcomed here.
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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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. How It Works:
Linda Mitchell
12/16/2021 06:25:25 pm
How wonderful! I love Linda's poem to you...sea glass walk is so pretty! And a double golden shovel? Wowsa. Thank you for hosting this week. It's such a busy time of year. 12/16/2021 06:30:44 pm
Wow--that double golden shovel looks like a brain-bending challenge. Nicely done!
Matt Esenwine
12/16/2021 06:31:37 pm
I love both of these poems, Jone - and a DOUBLE Golden Shovel, wow! You made it seem effortless, yetI know how difficult it must have been. Thanks for sharing, and for hosting!
Tabatha
12/16/2021 07:41:49 pm
So impressive, Jone! 12/16/2021 08:30:56 pm
Jone, Linda's poem about you is a wonderful accounting of Jone Rush MacCulloch, the poet, photographer, postcard exchange creator, and poetry lover. I am also grateful for all that you do.Your poem is amazing, filled with beautiful sensory images and sounds.
Karen Eastlund
12/16/2021 08:38:04 pm
Hi Jone... very impressive poem... that would take me a year ! For some reason I can't make Mr. Linky work tonight, so here is my link: https://kceastlund.blogspot.com/2021/12/poetic-gifts.html 12/16/2021 08:48:05 pm
I'm so glad you enjoyed my gifts, Jone. It was a pleasure gathering, writing, & sending! And a double pleasure receiving yours, which I wrote about today. With mine and your new golden shovel on this post, you truly are a golden shovel expert! I love "slumber in Runic rhyme by the moon." That old moon will soon be full! Thanks for hosting! 12/16/2021 10:46:37 pm
What a joyful post Jone from top to bottom, I can hear bells pealing from within! I love the word tintinnabulation such a wonderful tinkling sound that fits perfectly with you poem. And Linda's poem is lovely, especially, "Each tree becomes a friend," along with all the thoughtful books she included, enjoy–and thanks for hosting this week! 12/17/2021 02:58:11 am
Thanks for hosting Jone and for sharing both poems! I 'double-dig' your golden shovel and props to Linda for her keen insight and generosity. :) 12/17/2021 03:12:25 am
Thanks so much for hosting this week, Jone. Your double golden shovel is impressive and I love Linda's gift poem to you. Although I didn't participate, it's lovely to know that poetry presents are winging their way about the globe from writer to recipient. 12/17/2021 03:54:56 am
What a magical memory Jone, and to make it forever with a double (!!) golden shovel poem is a treasure. Too, thank you for taking us on the beautiful sea glass walk with Linda. It is lovely to be transported to both places this morning! Happy wintering on to you and yours! xo
Mary Lee
12/17/2021 04:26:51 am
I tried a double golden shovel, but couldn't make it work. Bravo! I wanted to/planned to use tintinnabulation in my bell poem, but couldn't make it work. Bravo! I wanted to/planned to/DID use a childhood bell memory!
Irene Latham
12/17/2021 04:32:56 am
Wow, Jone, you really boxed yourself in, and still a poem climbed out! Brava! And I love how personal Linda's poem is. Beautiful. xo
Heidi Mordhorst
12/17/2021 04:39:01 am
Hi, Jone! Thanks for hosting. Sorry I posted my link twice--feel free to remove one! I'm excited for all the bells and to come back and give proper attention to your swap. If anyone reading this is wondering where THEIR swap is, I'm probably their partner and I'm BEHIND but filled with good intentions! 12/17/2021 04:59:43 am
What a lovely tribute to you and your dedication to and love of poetry. Thank you for sharing Linda's poem. You're double golden shovel just flows, though I can imagine how tricky was to achieve that. Nice work, Jone! Happy Holidays. 12/17/2021 07:42:32 am
Thank you, Jone, for all the December JOY over here this week! Love your ever-clever double golden shovel. Goodness on both sides and in the middle. And what a lovely gift from Linda - you two are both shining stars in a sometimes dark world. XO
Gail Aldous
12/17/2021 07:48:07 am
Your poem is so much fun with all the sounds, images, rhyme, and magic! Great how you worked "tintinnabulation" in. I especially love these last lines "The 12/17/2021 08:23:19 am
What a treasure trove from Linda, a treasure herself, as are you! Your double Golden Shovel is golden. :) (And impressive.) 12/17/2021 12:11:28 pm
Thank you for this lovely post and your poem! I'm so excited for the chance to participate in the poetry postcard exchange! 12/17/2021 01:03:15 pm
Thank you for sharing these poems with us Jone! And, thank you for hosting. My closest friend growing up had a father who was from Germany. I believe they put the tree up on Christmas eve and used real candles! It was gorgeous but I was so afraid I'd bump the tree and start a fire while I was there! Thanks for inspiring that memory for me! On another note, I'm having trouble with Mr. Linky. It will not accept my submission for Poetry Friday. I'll keep trying.
Margaret Simon
12/17/2021 03:28:00 pm
Jone, That double golden shovel is quite brilliant. I love hearing about others connecting through the winter swap. Linda's poem is a gem. Thanks for hosting. Comments are closed.
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