We're off again on (and in the homestretch of) another progressive poem! Thank you, Irene Latham, of Live Your Poem, for always setting us off on this friendly month-long word-adventure.
I'm line 24 (the last line so far) here. Ruth, of There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town, kindly handed off stanza 7 off with power and movement and pirate-ness.
For today, it felt right to introduce a new character...and following the dragon-pirateness with a parrot felt right too. Since my friend Robyn is next, in line for line 25, I chose to name the parrot after her. (Yes, I asked.)
If you'd like to read about how each line has grown to the next, the daily bloggers have each been sharing a little bit of information about his or her line. You can see the complete list of participants in my left sidebar (during April 2017) or revisit the poem and its history along with past progressive poems at Irene's blog HERE.
Here's the whole poem so far...with my one added line:
I sprout stories that frazzle-dazzle,
stories of castles, of fires that crackle
with dragonwords that smoke and sizzle.
But edges sometimes need sandpaper,
like swords need stone and clouds need vapour.
So I shimmy out of my spurs and armour
facing the day as my fickle, freckled self.
I thread the crowd, wear freedom in my smile,
and warm to the coals of conversation.
Enticed to the stage by strands of story,
I skip up the stairs in anticipation.
Flip around, face the crowd, and freeze!
Shiver me. Look who’s here. Must I disappear?
By hook or by crook, I deserve a second look!
I cheer. Please, have no fear. Find the book.
But wait! I’ll share the lines I know by heart.
Mythicalhowls, fierytones slip from my lip
Blue scales flash, claws rip, the prophecy begins
Dragonworld weaves webs that grip. I take a trip…
“Anchors aweigh!” Steadfast at helm on clipper ship,
a topsail schooner, with sails unfurled, speeds away
As, true-hearted dragon pirate, I sashay
with my wise parrot, Robyn, through the spray.
Take it away, my wise and colorful friend Robyn, over at Life on the Deckle Edge....
Please don't miss the links to all kinds of Poetry Month goodness up there in my upper left sidebar during this month. Happy twenty-third day of National Poetry Month! Today's color (in a different post) is ASPARAGUS, so perfect for spring!
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