Full Inbox, Full Heart, Full Pocket

To celebrate today, I am celebrating yesterday!

Thursday, 30 April, 2020 was Poem in your Pocket Day!

But before I empty my pockets, I want to give you an update on my Pandemic Poetry Take Away Ecard Extravaganza. Over 30 Take Away 'order's were placed for FREE ecards and I donated $300 to NoKidHungry.org as a result. Thank you one and all who participated, especially Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference, for featuring my project on her blog.

It's not too late, if you'd still like to 'order'. The best part of an ecard is that it never spoils, it is likely to make the recipient smile, and it costs you nothing! (I've been known to take special orders...)
If you'd still like to join the fun, just email me: bridget@bridgetmagee.com and I will get your ecard(s) sent off to you lickity-split!












Back to my pocket...and the poem that is there. Actually this poem is from my archives:


A poem in my pocket
is trying to get out -
pushing against my seam,
it wants to shout:

"I'm here,
hear me rhyme,
free me from 
this linty grime!"

I take out my poem
and share it with you.
Check your pocket,
maybe you have one too?

©2012, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.



 But for this year, I decided to write a Golden Shovel poem 
to go in my pocket:

I chose the poem, Pigeon by Nikki Grimes from her 2001 poetry collection A POCKETFUL OF POEMS as the poem I admire. Apropos book to choose from, no?
 
PIGEON 
by Nikki Grimes


Ouch! This word pecks at my pocket

like some wild thing, anxious to go free.

PIGEON

Its speckled sister paces along

the windowsill, staring at me.

Pigeons masquerade

as wildlife. They can’t fool me.

We’re all city folk.

 I rearranged the line in bold to be the end words of my new poem. It turned out like this:


At first, I treated staying home like

a vacation. Time to write some

poems or binge watch that wild

show, “Tiger King” on Netflix. The thing

is though, this is a pandemic. I am anxious.

People are dying. I want to

help people, see my family back home, go

to the movies. Will life ever again truly be free?

©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

Today all the Poetry Friday goodness can be
 found at Elizabeth Steinglass's blog! Come check it out!