Poetry Peeps! You’re invited to our challenge for the month of October! Here’s the scoop: We’re building! Our prompt comes from p. 139 of The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach, edited by Robin Behn and Chase Twichell, and we’re writing a poem in which we literally build and/or take apart something – large or small. Our focus will be on constructing or deconstructing, taking into account technical terms, instructions, and perhaps even material sources. A great mentor poem would be something like this, or this. Are you in? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on October 25th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals.It turns out I wrote an adjacent poem this week, without knowing what the challenge was. See what you think, and I'll try to make some rounds late Saturday to see what everyone has posted...I'm one of those people who likes factory tours and floor plans and detailed cooking and art TikToks.
Not my most uplifting poem, but even death must be deconstructed now and then....
Thanks to our host today, Carol at Beyond Literacy Link, where autumn abounds! Enjoy all the toasty orange and spooky scents of October. I wish I was a Varsalona grandgirl!
This makes me both laugh and wince - it is indeed a deconstruction! We have rabbits dashing around our neighborhood just now, and I keep wondering whose are out (and why they must eat my succulents) and whether they, too, will meet a rather grisly end... I love the recurring "a rabbit - our rabbit?" because the ownership colors so much of our view on the deconstruction... ☺
ReplyDeleteWowza! A tale fit for Halloween! It reminds me of my aunt’s cat, simply named “Puss,” who would drag whole rabbits upstairs and "deconstruct" them on a bed. Now I wonder how no one ever saw the cat on the way INTO the house?!
ReplyDeleteOh, goodness. So grisly and honest and true. Thank you (I think?) for this, Heidi!
ReplyDeleteIs your rabbit missing?
ReplyDeleteOh, Heidi, I love watching our rabbits, but also know they eat the wires in my car among other garden things. But, if your rabbit, you've shown the sorrow and the way life does go on, without a lucky foot. What a story!
ReplyDeleteWhen I first read this poem, I wondered if you had written it for the INKLINGS challenge, not the Poetry Sisters' challenge, but you are so correct -- "even death must be deconstructed now and then." Praises for those who claim and mourn the neighborhood rabbits and praises for the undertakers with the shovels who attend to the carnage. (You see what I did there, right? ...CARnage...heh heh)
ReplyDeleteWHOA, a literal deconstruction. Poor rabbit and thank you, brave folks with shovel!
ReplyDeleteSo honest, Heidi. Yes, even death must be deconstructed now and then.
ReplyDeleteSorry that came up as anonymous. It's Rose.
Delete"raw, real" is just right! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteHeidi, your last line of your post is so sweet. I hope my grandgirls' memories will be in their heart forever. Your poem is raw indeed. This week there was carnage on the road but I could not look, only listen to my husband announce what he saw. "even death must be deconstructed now and then"-Without knowing the theme for the Poetry Sisters' Challenge, you created a poem that fits right in.
ReplyDeleteOh man! A deconstructed bunny. We had a wild chocolate lab that used to eat baby bunnies in one big chomp. The wild mama bunny needed to learn to put her nest in the FRONT yard away from our bunny-eater. But she did it multiple times (maybe different mamas?).
ReplyDeleteoh, oh, oh! I got to the end and ack. But, it was a good ack because I was surprised at the final bit of desconstruction which was probably the first. What a tale...it's a whole story in this one short poem. Well done!
ReplyDeleteArrgh, I love rabbits so this made me a little melancholy about life, but the thing about life is that it's the flip side of death. Nicely noted, Heidi. :)
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