Hello from DownUnder, dear wordsmiths.
Of course some of you are in the Southern Hemisphere too: most, though not all, here with me in Oz – as we like to call our Australia (no connection to L. Frank Baum or Judy Garland). Right now we are moving through Spring, wondering uneasily whether we’ll get fire or flood this Summer, or both.
But most of you are on the Northern side of the planet, moving out of Summer into Autumn.
I liked Sarah McNulty’s recent colourful take on it in her ‘Purple in Portland’ blog.
Making The Switch
Reluctantly releasing myself from warmth of Summer's embrace. Green, pink, and yellow all had their place. Time has come to enmesh myself in russets, and amber, swaying on Autumn's trees.
and her not unrelated Halloween piece
Lurkers in Woods
Amidst gold, orange and brick red leaves, cinnamon scent, and apple cider, costumes are being readied for anxious children impatiently waiting for Halloween. On crisp, cold evening in twilight beware of monsters who lurk behind leafy trees–Ghouliani, Pursed Lips Mitch, and The Don of Con. Cover your ears so you cannot hear their gibberish talk. They will steal your candy for their bloated bellies. Be on the lookout for liars and thieves. They have two-sided mouths, and bleed from each.
Only a few of you saw these charming poems, as they came late-ish in the postings for those prompts – within the time frame, but towards the end of it. I did catch these the first time around, and remembered the pleasure they gave me, but it would have been easy enough to miss them.
I try to read every response to every prompt, but I can still miss some and would never know unless I had another look later. So I like to go back and check the ‘tail-enders’ sometimes when I have a few minutes to spare, or if I need a quick break from everyday concerns. I often find treasures!
Of course, if you notice that something of yours hasn’t been seen by very many eyes, you could always follow Rommy’s example and re-post it to the next Pantry.
We can post (almost) anything in the Pantry – old or new, verse or prose, with these provisos: just one entry per person, please, and prose pieces to be within 369 words (apart from title).
I look forward to reading you!
Advance notice: on Wednesday Magaly will be asking us to write while inspired by one of Magical Mystical Teacher’s poems: “fingers framed by light / clutching an old rosary / carved of human bone”. If you’re feeling extra creative, let your poetry or prose answer one (or both) of these questions: 1) Where did the bones come from? 2)Why is the subject clutching a rosary made of human bone?
Post Script: More Good Reading
Are any of you involved in the #PeetMeNotLeave or #PoetMeNotLeave challenge on facebook? It's to post 8 poems in 8 days and invite 8 other poets to take part. Supposedly (but I think doubtfully) it can also render one eligible for inclusion in a Russian anthology. If you're on fb – whether or not you might like to take part – do click on the hashtags (at least one of them) because there's some truly wonderful poetry to read! You'll probably want to return a few times.
Material shared here is presented for study and review. Poems, photos, and other writings and images remain the property of the copyright owners, usually the authors. The autumn photo is from Unsplash, by Pascal Debrunner.
With new Blogger behaving somewhat erratically at times, it's useful that we team members are in different time zones. Many thanks to Magaly for catching and fixing some things this time, which I would have missed because I was asleep!ReplyDelete
One of these days, Blogger will stop being such a mess... All right, stop laughing already!Delete
I love how colors are a riot during autumn!ReplyDelete
Somehow I sense some ___ overtones on 'don of con... two-sided mouths,' but it's probably just me thinking in red ties and black suits. ;)
Ah well, I probably miss a lot of specifically US allusions, in this and other poems.Delete
Thanks, Hazel. Your interpretation is right on the money!Delete
Good day, everyone!ReplyDelete
I think i know who the "Don of Con" is. (and the other two too). :)
Hmmm, yes, when I think about it for a minute, I guess I can work it out too.Delete
I must confess that I totally thought that calling Australia Oz because of The Wizard of Oz. I did some searching—after reading this post—and now know that it’s because of the s sounds in the shortened versions of the name. Very cool.ReplyDelete
I’m haven’t used my fb profile in over a year, so... I shall skip the 8 poems in 8 days thing.
Happy readings, everyone! 🖤❤️
Ha, yes, we only think we speak the same language. It never occurred to me that people from elsewhere might NOT pronounce the Aus in the name of this country as Oz and would have to look it up to work that out. (We are much given to abbreviations, and to an attitude of irreverence.)Delete
It is always good to learn something news about our world and each other. :-)Delete
That Halloween poem is perfect.ReplyDelete
Many thanks to Rosemary for featuring my poems, and to all the people who read them. If there was a Wizard of Oz, Rosemary fits the bill.ReplyDelete
*Big smile.* Many thanks for letting me feature your lovely poems, and for the compliment!Delete
My favorite time of year! Thanks for hosting and I'm off to read.ReplyDelete
Thanks for contributing, Margaret!Delete
PS My favourite time of year as well.Delete
I have linked to a piece I wrote 9 years ago for a visual prompt poetry community, of which I was a regular part, that sadly ended when Tess Kincaid stopped actively publishing her founders blog. This is a different perspective on Autumn.ReplyDelete
Good to see you here again, Rob!Delete