Read a description of a Loki fox puppet and see a mockup as used for auditions. I never cease to be amazed by things like this.
A public union employee, a tea party activist, and a CEO are sitting at a table with a plate of a dozen cookies in the middle of it. The CEO takes 11 of the cookies, turns to the tea partier and says, "Watch out for that union guy. He wants a piece of your cookie."
Starting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! Today's theme is "Things With Wings" as selected by the audience in a poll. I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.
What Is a Poetry Fishbowl?
Writing is usually considered a solitary pursuit. One exception to this is a fascinating exercise called a "fishbowl." This has various forms, but all of them basically involve some kind of writing in public, usually with interaction between author and audience. A famous example is Harlan Ellison's series of "stories under glass" in which he sits in a bookstore window and writes a new story based on an idea that someone gives him. Writing classes sometimes include a version where students watch each other write, often with students calling out suggestions which are chalked up on the blackboard for those writing to use as inspiration.
In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is "Things With Wings." I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.
I'm practicing cyberfunded creativity. If you enjoy what I'm doing and want to see more of it, please feed the Bard. The following options are currently available:
1) Sponsor the Fishbowl -- Here is a PayPal button for donations. There is no specific requirement, but $1 is the minimum recommended size for PayPal transactions since they take a cut from every one. You can also donate via check or money order sent by postal mail. If you make a donation and tell me about it, I promise to use one of your prompts. Anonymous donations are perfectly welcome, just won't get that perk. General donations will be tallied, and at the end of the fishbowl I’ll post a list of eligible poems based on the total funding; then the audience can vote on which they want to see posted.
This poem was prompted by siliconshaman's reference to free-running felines, which led me to parkour, which gave me the cool French vocabulary. It was sponsored by kyleri.
The leopard lives for l'art du déplacement.
He leaps over levies and sidles between vines.
He lifts himself effortlessly toward the leaves.
The panther pours herself into parkour.
She vaults tall piles of rock without need for a pole.
Her paws touch down silently, padded with powerful grace.
The tiger is a terrific traceur.
He traverses the entire forest, twining between trees.
He teases his way along tight trails.
Cats know how to be and to last,
être et durer,
fast and efficient as death.
Their strength and their speed are their purpose,
être fort pour être utile,
grace become power become presence.
Between each leap, a running feline flies:
this is their méthode naturelle,
knowing that is feeling, feeling that is flight.
The mythology book
is falling apart;
the crumbling glue
has gone to dust and
the pages have
fallen free of the spine.
The paper is still good,
though, creamy and fine,
smooth under the
Smiling, a student
folds an origami horse,
then playfully makes two fans
and attaches them
to its shoulders.
his paper wings, and
whinnies at the startled student,
then flies out the open window
to play tag with the pigeons.
the_vulture sent me a lovely long prompt about the rabbit in the moon, and then sponsored this poem. This got me thinking about the moon, and flight, and loneliness, and the industrious rabbit up there working all night. Then I found the Origami Mage wandering in the wilderness, and of course when a virtuous hero is in distress, unexpected aid tends to appear...
To read more about the Origami Mage, visit the "Serial Poetry" page on my website.
wanders through bamboo forest
tired and hungry
high overhead floats
the jade rabbit in the moon
with his bowl of rice
it is his duty
to gather the sacred herbs
for the immortals
as he flies through the
heavens in the shining moon
all rabbits praise him
folds him a clover blossom
goes to sleep hungry
in the morning, though,
a bowl of rice sits waiting
and she prays her thanks