The Day Nothing Came of Applying Bottom to Chair


Jean McLeod's poem Poison Pen appeared here as part of Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words. More musings on muses!

The Day Nothing Came of Applying Bottom to Chair
By Jean McLeod

I have space to rent between my ears
seems I've sat in this chair for hours
seeking a phrase to clang or ping
to bang to make a joyful ring.

Somewhere to trace an errant thought
down a path through trembling words
into a stanza where vowels are round,
a powerful line when rhythms pound.

Please fly me a kite of metaphor
I long for a tad of ode or iamb.
On a platter, a bite of repartee
even a slice of simile

doggerel to grind to epigram
through tumbling tunnels of scuffling scan
into a riveting riff of rhyme.

No poem, today! I'm out of time!






Posted by Annmarie at 11/2/2010 9:38 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: waiting Jean McLeod writing muse
 

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