Poetry Friday, Week 50: Ring the Bells, The Round Up is Here Plus Winter Poetry Swap Goodness

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.

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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
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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 ​

Winter Poem Swap

I was so fortunate to get Linda Baie as my swap part for winter. She knows me well.  I can't wait to dig into the books. I adore Alligator Pie and it will go into my sub bag. And her poem is so thoughtful.

What Jone Knows

A starfish to send home.
Calm ripples of the sea.
Pine needle drips reflect.
Sea glass walk for you and me.

Her postcards send us smiles  
when the winter closes in.
Poetry fills her plate.
Each tree becomes a friend.

 The photos that she shares
fill us weekly with a ploy.
She adds no words for them
only Wordless Wednesday joy.

Jone’s grateful heart is evident.
She lives her life as one content. 

​ Linda Baie ©

Last Call to Join the New Year Poetry Postcards Event

Won't you join us? We have about 10 at the party so far and there's room for more. Sign up for the 2022 New Year Postcard Exchange.  Send five, send ten or send to all.

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:

• Choose to send five, ten postcards.
• Create a postcard:  you can buy a postcard and write a poem on the other side or you can create one postcard to send to everyone (I use Walgreens or Zazzle)
• Once you get the names, send by February 1, 2022 (beginning of Chinese New Years)
• If you choose, you can work in the Chinese animal for 2022: The year of the Tiger. It is not required.

SIGN UP HERE

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