Welcome back to
the Pantone ® Poetry Project. We’re in our last five days of writing in response
to interior paint colors. Sound strange? Heck – I’ll take inspiration in
whatever form you’ve got.
The Three Muses by Orestes Gaulhiac at RDZ Fine Art Find your poetry muse at Anastasia's blog, Poet! Poet! Anastasia is hosting Poetry Friday today. |
All month, poets
and writers have been joining me with their colorful poems and sketches. (Read a post with the "rules" of the project here.)
On Day 28, I’ll
be giving away prizes to some of the participating writers.
But that's a few days away. It's still the 24th day of our Pantone ® Poetry project. We are writing about two colors today: Sweet Pea and Orange Ochre.
Day 24 Sweet Pea Pantone ® 15-0531 |
Day 24 Orange Ochre Pantone ® 16-1253 |
I was expecting to
write about the tiger lilies, thick as weeds at the side of my house. I was
expecting that my mother’s springtime garden, with pea pods growing on a vine,
would make an appearance. I was expecting Halloween.
Instead of lilies
and sweet peas, my poem came in the form of a spider. Orange Ochre inspired me
to pull out an old poem. I haven’t looked at this since my teens were in preschool.
Miss Spider
needed some polishing up, a little revision. But she’s ready to come out from under
the car and reveal herself, as she did all those years ago when I was picking
up my youngest from preschool.
Marbled Orb Weaver Spider
By Laura Shovan
I know I saw
something
scuttle under
the car.
A pebble-sized
pumpkin
on eight spiny
legs.
It’s a spider,
says Mom.
What a lovely
bright orange.
We watch the
spider move
into the sun—orange
ochre legs
carrying the
round pumpkin ball
of its body, its
back marked
with dark brown grimaces.
A tiny jack-o-lantern
ready to attack.
From Bug Guide! |
What's That Bug? says she's also called a Pumpkin Spider |
Here's a poem from Michael C. Davis of Virginia. This one is for high schoolers and up, not for younger readers.
Ocher
by Michael C. Davis
First, the black, like meal
sifted through the fingers.
Night, where now you are.
Then the orange
smeared on your cheeks.
Forever may the sun be.
Finally, the red
to pool at the base of the pit
as if you had not died
but miscarried
and life was but an interrupted dream.
Diane Mayr of Random Noodling shares this funny narrative poem for Sweet Pea.
Just out of college I went to work for
a university library while attending
graduate school. I had the time and
patience in those days for Russian
novels. A good number of evenings,
weekends, subway rides, and lunch
hours were spent with the library's
brand-spanking-new copy of the
five hundred page novel, And Quiet
Flows the Don by Mikhail Sholokhov.
One day, in the cafeteria while I read,
I sipped green split pea soup. Inevitably,
I spilled it on the book's unsullied pages.
Horrified, I blotted the soup as best as
I could, but, to this day, I'm sure the Don
Cossacks still leap across the pea green
puddle as they traverse Russia looking
for war, romance, and everything else
a character craves in an novel existence.
Forty-years gone, I now read chapbooks
and write about green split pea soup.
I admit -- I have more than once accidentally schmutzed a library book.
Please be sure to visit Margaret Simon’s blog, Reflections on the Teche, today. I was so excited to hear that Margaret’s students “did our chalkabration poetry with colors, inspired by your project. I will be posting for Poetry Friday.” I can't wait to check it out, Margaret.
Ocher
by Michael C. Davis
First, the black, like meal
sifted through the fingers.
Night, where now you are.
Then the orange
smeared on your cheeks.
Forever may the sun be.
Finally, the red
to pool at the base of the pit
as if you had not died
but miscarried
and life was but an interrupted dream.
Diane Mayr of Random Noodling shares this funny narrative poem for Sweet Pea.
When I Read Russian
Novels
by Diane Mayr
by Diane Mayr
Just out of college I went to work for
a university library while attending
graduate school. I had the time and
patience in those days for Russian
novels. A good number of evenings,
weekends, subway rides, and lunch
hours were spent with the library's
brand-spanking-new copy of the
five hundred page novel, And Quiet
Flows the Don by Mikhail Sholokhov.
One day, in the cafeteria while I read,
I sipped green split pea soup. Inevitably,
I spilled it on the book's unsullied pages.
Horrified, I blotted the soup as best as
I could, but, to this day, I'm sure the Don
Cossacks still leap across the pea green
puddle as they traverse Russia looking
for war, romance, and everything else
a character craves in an novel existence.
Forty-years gone, I now read chapbooks
and write about green split pea soup.
Please be sure to visit Margaret Simon’s blog, Reflections on the Teche, today. I was so excited to hear that Margaret’s students “did our chalkabration poetry with colors, inspired by your project. I will be posting for Poetry Friday.” I can't wait to check it out, Margaret.
I will post your Sweet Pea and Orange
Ochre poems throughout the day. Feel free to leave them in the comments.
Tomorrow, have a very different pair of
colors: Plein Air and Syrah. Are you imagining Claude Monet painting en plein
air, a glass of red wine resting on his easel?
Day 25 Plein Air Pantone ® 13-4111 |
Day 25 Syrah Pantone ® 19-1535 |
Photograph of Monet painting by the water lily pond, 1920. From Monetpainting.net |
13 comments:
I like those 'dark brown grimaces'. What a spider, have never seen such a beautiful one. Sees as if it would be hard to hide!
Wow, what a mix of poems! This month has been a fun ride.
The spider is amazing. It looks like a cherry tomato just ready to pop in the summer heat!
All three poems are fascinating and so different. The colors were clearly inspiring! I will have to give this a try!
Hi, Linda. Indeed, which is why they don't often come out of the woods. If I remember correctly, this was a BIG girl, too.
Diane -- the spider almost reminds me of Cinderella's pumpkin coach.
Thanks, Liz. Glad you enjoyed the poems.
Wait a second -- I just realized that tomorrow's colors looks suspiciously like the map of the Polar Vortex temps. Yikes.
Is it just me or is this blog speeding up? Here is one for tomorrow. I am the woman in the painting, but the artist is more Matisse than Monet.
Wine on the Seine
A silver-haired woman
sips some Syrah
from a cut-glass goblet
en plein air
and sun-drenched canvas.
The month has really flown by. Thanks for all the color goodness. That is one cool spider!
A librarian sullying a new library book? Well, if you have to, I guess split pea soup is the best way to do it. :)
How big is a BIG girl spider, Laura? I guess sometime I'll have to write a ditty about my own BIG girl spider story... about a huntsman spider that got just a bit too familiar. Not nearly as pretty, but I dare you to google the image. Also loved the intensity of Michael's poem and Diane's Don Cossacks leaping across the pea green puddle.
I'm late to discover (but not too late to catch up)--I love your notion of letting the pantone colors inspire you. I'm glad you dusted off that spider poem. I was especially delighted by "pebble-sized pumpkin" and "A tiny jack-o-lantern/ready to attack." The colors lead to such rich detail in all the poems.
All I can think is, "I'm glad the spider went UNDER the car, not IN the car." (Shudder) I've enjoyed your Pantone project!
Wow. I'd love to see one of those spiders in real life...from a distance...
The spider couldn't have been bigger than the tip of a pinkie finger, and so gorgeous. Then again, I am a bug person. I tend to run to, not away from, eight-legged critters.
Beautiful poems and beautiful spider. I run toward things that are orange - my favorite color. I love the lines,
" carrying the round pumpkin ball
of its body," Exactly! = )
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