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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Poseidon's Pantone Adventures: 2014 Poetry Project

It is Day 21 of the Pantone ®  Poetry Project, Writerly Friends, and we are visiting with the god of the ocean himself, Poseidon.

representation of Poseidon — poseidon

Day 21 Poseidon
Pantone ®  19-4033
His mood swings are taking us from destructive Tornado...

Day 21 Tornado
Pantone ®  18-3907
to a gentle Aqua Splash.

Day 21 Aqua Splash
Pantone ®  14-4812
By Laura Shovan

For a god with such
a fiery temper
Poseidon is cool
as blue night.
He’d like his
tidal waves colored
lava red, his anger
lit up, consuming
shores. Instead,
we humans learn
to fear the aqua splash,
watch for a rise
in the ocean’s skin,
sign of his underwater
thrust. We never know
when Poseidon’s blow
will fall blue upon us.

Let’s meet another side of Poseidon – the history of this god’s myth – from poet Patricia VanAmburg.

Gender Identity
by Patricia VanAmburg


Poseidon tornadoes the
surface in an aqua splash.
Wait. That is so Disney.


Poseidon mirrors his niece
Athena—she the mini-Zeus
dressed in drag—he the true
vestige of Mother God.
Athena of the harness—
Poseidon the horse—
riding sea waves—
mane billowing serpents—
then plunging into
the briny female deep.

Neptune's Horses by Walter Crane
by American Artist Walter Crane

We’re still in the dangerous deep -- from the safe distance of memory -- with Margaret Simon’s poem.

The Poseidon Adventure
By Margaret Simon

My brother saw The Poseidon Adventure twelve times.
A dozen times, the huge ship capsized
sending a woman screaming into the skylight.
Again and again, Shelly Winters swam to her death,
a physical sacrifice at each viewing.

This movie ignited a teenage boy’s imagination,
played over and over in his mind.
I could hear through the walls his director calls,
the score repeated on the 45 record player.
Then in ’75, he became Tommy,

The Pinball Wizard.  He must have seen that one
17 times and played the record many more.
The refusal to rest content, creativity
led him to obsession.  Obsession to passion,
passion to adventures—over and over again.

Margaret’s poem takes us into the realm of ocean and memory. Not surprisingly, for several of today’s contributors, Poseidon is symbolic of men who were giants in our lives.

Stephanie Lemghari first published this elegy for her father in Little Patuxent Review. She is remembering her father on his birthday, 2/26.

by Stephanie Lemghari

When I was a child, I stumbled on pebbles while playing
on the beach and fell into salty water. The sea raced
to steal my breath, but my father fished me up like Poseidon,
his trident arms carrying me safely to land.

Now his body betrays his mortality after all,
as, pebble by pebble, the tide pulls him from shore.
I call to him to stay, to close his ears to siren song,
to trace a different ending in the sand.

Temple of Poseidon Statue
From the sounds and tactile images of Stephanie’s poem, we move to a different sense (or – a different sense moves us) in Linda Baie’s memory poem.

Olfactory Push
By Linda Baie

My husband chose not to wear a perfumed aftershave,
rejected his father’s Old Spice, one small wave
of rebellion. Yesterday my visit to a nursing home
brought a childhood aroma, whispering from the past.
It was my father’s aftershave, a liberal splashing.
After the war, he liked to be clean, always looked so dashing.
From my little girl’s perspective, he was my favorite knight
And that Aqua (Velva) splash made everything all right.

Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

Some of the color names we’ve discovered have been out there. Remember Tarmac? What about Turbulence? Diane Mayr wonders what’s up with the Pantone ®  marketing department in her poem. (For high school and up only, readers!)

On Discovering a Color Called Tornado 
by Diane Mayr

You have to wonder 
what the marketers 
at the paint factory 
were high on--fumes? 
It's gotta be something. 
Think of a tornado... 

What comes to mind? 
Gunmetal gray? Bile 
yellow? White? Maybe... 
A shade of eggplant? 
Not likely. Anyone would 
say they're smokin' dope.

Tomorrow, I’ll post the Pantone ®  Poetry Project Week Three wrap-up. (Read more about the project here.) I know you’re itching like sand’s in your pants to see the last set of colors. 

Here are our last seven color prompts:

Day 22 (Tomorrow): Quicksilver, Ballerina

Day 22 Quicksilver
Pantone ®  17-3907
Day 22 Ballerina
Pantone ®  13-2807
Dust off those tutus and toe shoes, everyone.

Day 23: Solar Power, Gulf Stream, Nimbus Cloud
Day 24: Sweet Pea, Orange Ochre
Day 25: Plein Air, Syrah
Day 26: Stormy Weather, Porcelain Blue, Daybreak
Day 27: Peacock Green, Blue Jewel
Day 28: Tandori [sic] Spice

Rough Sapphire
Blue Jewel.
Why don't they just call it Sapphire?
From Navneet Gems.


patricia said...

This is one of my favorite days. Great editing Laura. I really like Poseidon as the mother/father. I can smell your fumes Diane-- maybe that is because I am painting the dining room--sandstone cove and castle path.

Author Amok said...

Patricia -- wow, those are some great color names. I'd love to take a walk down that castle path.


My entry makes more sense if you look at the color sample here. I checked it on two different screens, and there is a definite eggplant-ish hue that's not seen in Laura's sample!


Type "tornado" into the search box.

Author Amok said...

Diane -- agreed. There are definitely two shades of Tornado if you search the color. One is more gray, the other has a purple, eggplant blush.

Patricia VanAmburg said...

first of all, I mistook ballerina for ballet slipper and then I ran out of time--but here is what I have:

Ballet Slipper

Her slippers, leotard and skin
are all the wrong color on
this very first day of class—
brilliant jungle dancer
pirouetting through the house—
leaping—twirling—unable to sit
still in the four-year-old circle
with fingers slippering the floor
in time to some very small music.