A Young Country Mine

A young country mine;

streets on a grid, a line

many times copied from

cities a whole world away.

Streets on these grids, up

hills, around the shores;

but what was not replicated

was the cobbles, the old world.

A young country is mine

 

Benita Kape © 5.6.2018

Once again I try a Quadrille. This time the prompt is the word “cobble”

Quadrille #58 – Cobble us a Poem

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Not Faces But Toes – NaPoWriMo 2017, day twenty one – prompt: overheard speech

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Not Faces But Toes

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It is what I would call

new country; these pictures

on my wall. We have no little faces.

Here we have tiny toes imprinted.

We have the full infant foot

for Angus at three months.

But for his big sister;

soon to reach her third year,

she gives us the upper pad

of the mid-foot. And, there’s

the quirk, genetic history;

unusually long toes which

tells me as many stories

as their infant faces might.

All puns intended; each with

a strong foothold. But it is very

different to have photographs

of toes.

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It’s what I would call new county.

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Benita H. Kape © 21.4.2017

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.

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