COME ONE, COME ALL/ July 30
by Carolee, Deb & Jill
It’s show time! It’s time to post your original poem, written in response to Monday’s prompt — write a poem placing a pop culture icon in a mundane, domestic situation — or any other inspiration from the week. (We love it when you write to our prompt, but we also love it when you write on a whim. We all know how fickle that muse can be.)
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For my poem this week I ended up switching “pop culture icon” with “my grandmother.”
Soon After Turning Thirty, I Dream That My Grandmother and I Ride Bicycles
ode to little rock
Three famous artists meet up at my place.
‘Three Little Males Play Boules’
Not to prompt, was following a different call
You don’t know jack? :)
I couldn’t leave a comment on your blog. I think your poem is brilliant. I love how you capture the essence of the show in a mundane activity.
Here’s mine: WORK SONG
“I spent a little time on the mountain” — http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/07/27/what-happens-if-the-narrator-just-walks-away/
I had fun with this one!
Ninety percent of this game is half-Yogi. the old woman, the Yogi
I thought about this a little more, and came up with martha’s much-needed rest
I’ve taken the prompt absolutely literally with a Villanelle: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/07/29/pop-icons/
Florence Nightingale with a bit of Christina Aguilera: http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/fun-in-the-big-tent/
I didn’t quite keep to the rules! Your meme arrived just as there was an icon I wanted to commemorate so that’s what I’ve done!
I wanted to comment on your lovely prose poem, but couldn’t find out how. Have you changed the rules?
This is a complex ‘view’ of life which I very much enjoyed. My favourite line: “a slow game of tag with wispy clouds of spring afternoon.”
Viv, if you click on the word comments before the post, the comment section should come up. And thanks for the comment here and the reading,
A somewhat oblique take on the prompt, I’m afraid: http://patteran.typepad.com/patteran_pages/
I pondered on the ephemeral nature of being a star.
Here is dot rothschild’s diary – july 30, 1935.
A perhaps not-quite-to-prompt idea of Rumi Takes a Holiday
I wrote, polished, rewrote, polished, rewrote….then posted.
The Lizard King is the result….and thanks for reading.
I didn’t write to the prompt, per se, but here’s this week’s poem:
These are a few
This person is still an icon to some people, and has just released a new album, getting some much needed attention. Mine is on the former Kiss guitarist, Ace Frehley.
[...] I leave it to you to determine how successful I was with this weeks prompt or not. In the meantime, you can see how others responded by looking here. [...]
What an interesting topic to write about! You’ll find my “Hero” here:
In my piece, my daughter’s favorite actress has dinner at our house. :)
I just couldn’t find any icons that impressed me enough to write about them. So I chose to pen verse about a birthday on the downhill side of life. I know it’s not the most desired subject but hey, we all get there sooner than we want. Cheers!
You know he is watching
P.S.: Heat index 108 deg F. here today, bring your wienies and buns, we’ll roast them together.
The poem on http://marianv.blog.co.uk
is not true – purely make-believe
I tried to follow the prompt
but my muse had something else in mind.
I did it a little backwards — I took a pop icon known for being domestic, and put her in a more risque situation.
Martha Stewart’s one night stand
Lessons in allocentrism
Jill has presented a fascinating prompt, but my muse is being most stubborn this past few days — but I am cajoling, and may resort to bribes…
…a whimsical re-imagining of a rock star: Elton The Elf
A little new to this, so hope I did this right. I sort of went off on a tangent with this prompt, but here it is. Had fun writing it….
Somewhere between monotheism and envy,
God forgot to tell Moses what to do with breasts.
Thus the implied eleventh commandment,
Thou shall not breastfeed in public.
Better safe than sorry.
Awkward as my ignorance:
a part of my body I once thought was useless adornment,
now as essential as breath,
part of the daily rhythm of hunger and fullness.
It is no coincidence they are two,
one on each side of my heart,
as I inhale into my son’s eager tugging lips,
exhale and wait for the warmth and tingle of milk,
his face relaxing with contentment.
Or perhaps Moses, raised on camel’s milk,
forgot to ask the burning bush
whether we should fear breasts.
God the Father, the son, and the Holy ghost,
and God the mother,
who we never hear about
because she is hiding in a closet while she feeds her son.
This week I had a lot of trouble with the prompt. Instead, I wrote about someone who is mundane but wants to act like she is a celebrity.
The link would be helpful. http://dishwaterdreams.com/2010/07/misplaced-affection/
In my volunteering I come across a lot of old folk, especially women. In many ways they are my heroes and so I wrote this poem in tribute to them, and to my own beloved grandmother, who died relatively young.
A bit later than usual today as I’ve been apartment-hunting (keep your fingers crossed; I’ve just applied for the *perfect* postgrad pad) and then stuffing envelopes with the new issue of Irish Pages. Anyway, the icon I chose wasn’t a real person:
How The Doll Learned What She Was For
A Supermarket in Pittsburg, California
(It’s about Brad Pitt.)
Stand aside, Barbie. Here’s…
Written while reading Walt Whitman at Starbucks:
My Internet connection is dodgy right now, but I promise to get to everyone’s poetry at some point over the weekend! It’s hit or miss as to when I get the opportunity right now.
mine is for prompt HERO….busy week so I have used poem from last April
First time doing any internet prompts, but my friend has so musch fun doing them I thought I’d try. Not exactly to the prompt, but…
Hi Susan, and welcome to the Big Tent. Sorry your post got stuck in the spam filter. :(
I am late!
Hi everyone, I’m late, too. And empty-handed. I snuck out of town for a get away with my husband. :-) Glad to see you all here!