Friday, April 23, 2021

picture + form = Slow Burn

(i)*National Poetry Month 2021

To celebrate I am sharing a picture and poetic form - everyday in April!

1 April: Lizard Toe

2 April: Open Wide

3 April: Who Am I?

4 April: Cone-y Island Dog

5 April: Happy Birthday, Colleen!

6 April: Watermark Moon

7 April: GOTCHA!

8 April: Snow Kidding

9 April: I 'der' to Learn German

10 April: Labyrinth Enlightenment

11 April: Hoverbird

12 April: Lucky Ducky

13 April: Stone Face

14 April: Let's Dance

15 April: Optimism

16 April: Seek and Ye Shall Find

17 April: Unstable Connection

18 April: Two Tired Together

19 April:  Böögg

20 April: Britney

21 April: RIP Troll-like Shakespearean Character

22 April: Seymour (See-more) the Cat 

23 April 2021 picture + form: Slow Burn

 










Dear Mr. Böögg,

Thank you for burning for close to 13 minutes during the 2021 Sechseläuten Festival! 

As a sign of the times, you even got 'infected' with the Corona Virus. You are brave.

But we have to say, Covid was a creepy looking dude - kind of like Shrek if Shrek had really bad burning acne. 

We know we're in Switzerland, ahem, but he needs to watch how much he smokes.

Thank you also for being a good sport about being relocated to the mountains of Uri instead of 'getting lit' in Zurich. 

And now you're a television star! We had a great time watching you burn on live TV since spectators couldn't watch in person because of Covid restrictions. 

Always a bright side. All of your sides were BRIGHT!

We know slow burning is probably not a lot of fun, but at least your prognostication has nothing to do with coming out of a hole and seeing your shadow or being called a hog! 

Böögg sounds so much better.

We look forward to enjoying the summer weather you predicted.

Warmly (see what we did there?),

Residents of Switzerland

©2021, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

picture: time lapsed screen shots Joe took during the live broadcast

poetry form: Epistolary Poem

  • poem that reads as a letter
  • can be intimate, colloquial, formal, etc
  • can take any form  

😀Final Call for Submissions for 10.10 Poetry Anthology the replacement category:

  • tenth ________ (ie: time, kid, of an inch, place, etc.)

Submissions due by Friday 30 April 2021: 10(dot)10(dot)weewords(dot)submission(at)gmail(dot)com.
 
All poets, successful or not, will hear back by the end of June 2021.
 
Publication date is October 2021.
 
Accepted poems will receive a one-time honorarium of $10/poem upon publication.

 Join Catherine at Reading to the Core for all the Poetry Friday goodness!


 

20 comments:

  1. Bridget, when are you giving a poetry workshop. I just want to sit and write and laugh with you. Your humor cracks me up weekly. I didn't look up "boog." I got it strictly from the context of your poem...which made me giggle even more. So fun!

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    1. Thanks, Linda! I'd love to sit and write and laugh with you any day! :)

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  2. Wow, the things one can learn on this blog! An exploding snowman? Who knew? LOVE your epistolary poem and my new friend Mr. Böögg. A slow burner is better than a hot head any day. Thanks for another upbeat post. Your are too funny. :D

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    1. Indeed, Jama! We had a hot head a few years ago and it came to pass that we had an unseasonably cool summer. Coincidence? ;)

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  3. I am loving all that you are writing, Bridget. Since I did know about this tradition from an earlier post, now I can laugh at the idea of writing to this odd snow person who predicts your weather. We humans are pretty funny in what we come up with for living!

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    1. Thanks, Linda! Yes, I feel like humans work hard to control what they cannot control and to have a good time. I'm all for a good time where ever I can find it. :)

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  4. Some interesting traditions they have over there, Bridget. Makes for some fun poetry, for sure!

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    1. Thanks, Michelle! Yes, I love the chance to look at things in a new way by being abroad. The poetry is just my way of processing it all. :)

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  5. An exploded snowman. But of course.

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  6. Sounds like your ready for some warmer breezes. What a festival, funny what we humans do to get through, fun poem, thanks!

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    1. Thanks, Michelle! I truly hope Mr. Böögg is right about the summer and the demise of Covid. It was satisfying to watch the personification of the pandemic burn. ;)

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  7. The Boogg reminds me of Guy Fawkes in Great Britain!

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    1. Yes, Laura, it is a similar burning effigy concept, but with Guy, he doesn't prognosticate and is in November. It is interesting how much humans like to burn things. :)

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  8. Your poems make me smile on a DAILY basis!!

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    1. Aw, thank you, Mary Lee. Your comments make me smile just as much. :)

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  9. I had no idea something was missing in my life until you informed me that I've never been introduced to Mr. Böögg. News to me, and love your epistolary poem to him. So much fun. Begone, winter!

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    1. Thanks, Karen! I'm glad you found ol' Böögg as an intriguing fella as I did. Begone, winter, indeed...or the Swiss will burn you! :)

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  10. Epistolary poems are fun to write, and yours is full of new information for me! "...if Shrek had really bad burning acne" is quite an image!

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    1. Thanks, Catherine! Yes, the inclusion of the shrek-like covid was both horrifying and hilarious. :)

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