Poetry Friday – Don Quixote Found Poem

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.

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

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:

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