Thank you, Jone Rush MacCulloch, for hosting Poetry Friday today, and inviting us to write along with you in a classic found poem.
I’m currently reading Don Quixote, by Miguel de Cervantes. My found poem came from chapter VIII a quintessential chapter on the “terrible and undreamt-of adventure of the windmills.” I used prime numbers to determine how many syllables were in each line– 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 11, 7, 5, 3, 2.
combat
enmity
fly not, you cowards
Engaging monstrous giants
glory of vanquishing these thirtyforty
wicked arts — fierce fluctuations — giants into mills
righteous warfare, adventurous abundance
perceived heard God’s good service
Sails turned by the wind
fortune hush
worship
In other poetry news. I’m having fun with a few different projects this month outlined here. I have a few things I’m trying to do daily:
- Dig through words and find poems with Laura Salas and a few others.
- Write with #Verselove teacher-poets.
- Follow the adventures of the Progressive Poem.
- Catch up on my Milo’s First Year couplet book.
- Write a comment on Free Minds to a poet who is incarcerated
