THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY

THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY
April 12, 2016

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Stormy Weather: 2014 Poetry Project

Don’t be blue, Writerly Friends. Although our month-long Pantone® Poetry Project is winding down, we still have three days of color-inspired poems to share.

Are you new to the Pantone® Poetry Project? Read all about it, right here.

Today’s colors tell a weather story with a happy ending. We begin with Stormy Weather…

Day 26 Stormy Weather
Pantone ®  18-4214
but by Daybreak…

Day 26 Daybreak
Pantone ®  17-3817
the skies are Porcelain Blue.

Day 26 Porcelain Blue
Pantone ®  
14-4512
We’ve got some interesting metaphors working in today’s poems. Linda Baie (Teacher Dance) uses Stormy Weather as a state of being – a weather report on human moods, rather than precipitation.

Don’t Know Why…
By Linda Baie

Sunday crunch-
weekend flew,
cloudy words:
“Homework due!”
            stormy weather

Chapter two-
history,
darkened sky:
“It’s a mystery.”
             stormy weather

Analyze
poem’s rhyme,
lightning strike:
“I don’t have time.”
            stormy weather

Write bio-
famous guy
raining hard:
“Now I sigh.”
            stormy weather

Teenager
turns out light
advisory:
“Good night, good night.”
             stormy weather

by Linda Baie, all rights reserved.

I can relate to the stormy teen moods, Linda, but also to the parent who acts something like a weather forecaster.

It’s Mardi Gras week. Margaret Simon (Reflections on the Teche), who lives in Louisiana, writes, “I did travel to New Orleans this weekend and saw some amazing cloudy skies.  I started thinking about how the layers looked like a wedding dress.  I found some wedding gown descriptions to help me carry the metaphor throughout the poem.”

Partly Cloudy
by Margaret Simon

The bride was dressed in billowing waves,
blue-grey Chantilly lace layered
over a white-topped empire waist. 
Her scalloped neckline accented by rays
of sunlight peering through a cathedral train.
Her attendants, those high Mississippi kites, 
flew with utmost grace
announcing her imminent arrival.

Mississippi Kite from Carolina Bird Club

There have been a few times during this project when our poems’ themes have overlapped. (Remember our nostalgic Oxblood Red poems?)

Today is one of those days. Something about Blue Porcelain sent several of our poets shopping for vacation and travel souvenirs.

Journey
by Diane Mayr (Random Noodling)

Made in China. Ballast
in a wooden ship to be
shipped across the seas.

South around the tip
of a continent, then
northbound to Boston.

Shattered along the way.

Tea unloaded. Shards
of cheap china dumped
into Boston's harbor.

High tide, low tide.
Tidal currents. Day after
day. Year after year.

Decades...A century?

A walk on the beach
in Nahant. Sea glass,
a polished stone, and

a fragment of porcelain--
edges smooth. Placed
in my pocket for luck.

And the journey home.

Souvenir
by Laura Shovan

Magnets are for tourists, seashells glued
into googly-eyed turtles, a coffee-table
Coliseum. When I visit, take me
to the yarn shop—to Ursula’s Knits
above the bail bond store in Waikiki,
where the large proprietress swore
she never made mistakes and,
if I came back, promised to fix all mine;
to climb rickety stairs in Concord, Mass,
up to the shop where the only local wool
was Canadian, cool porcelain blue
I longed to own, that hot summer.
I take the Concord yarn out sometimes,
roll its two-ply twists between my fingers.
I leave the bits of hay and can’t think
what to make: a sweater? scarf
in Wedgewood blue, color
of my mother’s eyes? Curled
into its loose skein, I linger in
potentialities—a flock of blue sheep
grazing the fields of Canada
like puffy ice cubes, clouds
frozen solid, heavy enough to land.

An Eye for Blue Porcelain
By Patricia VanAmburg

He was fond of Willow Ware
Flow Blue and the blue lotus dragons
that his parents bought in Madagascar—
pocked with rice before glazing.

Patricia knows I am a knitter and hand-made sock-lover, so she sent me these virtual Blue Porcelain socks.

ironychan:

Willow Ware Sock
At the Prince and the Purl
My blue wooly sheep could be munching flowers in Michael Ratcliffe’s poem. Maybe in a few weeks.

Poem by Michael Ratcliffe

Morning sky, porcelain blue-- March snow--
we know winter's not through.
Spring awaits daffodil's cue
to return with Beltaine's hue.
 

I had to look up "Beltaine." It's a traditional celebration of the spring equinox. We have the deep Peacock Green and Blue Jewel skies of spring for tomorrow’s colors.

Day 27 Peacock Green
Pantone ®  16-5431

Day 27 Blue Jewel
Pantone ®  18-4535


I’ll save our last color, Tandori Spice, for this week’s Poetry Friday. Look for a Pantone® Poetry Prize announcement -- I've got something special for the participating poets.

4 comments:

Patricia said...

Somehow all the "blue" poems perked me up a little :)

Margaret Simon said...

Lovely travels today. And Linda's teen angst stormy rhyming poem was spot on.

LInda Baie said...

I did a bit of research for the porcelain blue and couldn't seem to connect to it, and now see the beauty of the poems that did, each one in some facet or another so touched by that color. Beautiful words everyone!

KURIOUS KITTY said...

Poor Daybreak! Such a pretty color, but I think we've all had our fill of purple-ly inspiration! I love the variety today from just two colors.