In keeping with the fact that it’s the seventh day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Elizabeth and I challenge you to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness. For inspiration, take a look at Charles Simic’s “The Betrothal” and Stephen Dunn’s “The Arm”. Need something more? Perhaps these instructions from Elizabeth will get you going!
It looked like a flower on the finger
white and gold,the pearls were milky
mild,did not shine much, but felt calm
a special ring I often wore,found it silky
one day I found,it was no more to be seen
I searched all rooms drawers and shelves
asked my daughters check where I have been
but nothing nowhere oh how bad how mean….
Lo where is my rosary dear,lost it is I fear
no misplaced misplaced ,we tend to forget
far ,farther,here there,where, by or near-
how things vanish, appear and disappear,
look look sing a dirge send Satan away
I will find both ring and rosary,come what may
Go Satan Go, I am not afraid , Go far away
today is the seventh…7th ..my lucky day
every day is a lucky day every moment too
if we but pray truly and alert be, calm stay
my ring I found as I walked, on the terrace
I felt a hard thing under my foot, hey hey….
strange way the ring did come, stranger still
the rosary,inside the cupboard on top shelf
I guess the angel replaced it there himself
odd place for a rosary to be, felt a deep chill…..
it all happened , all in one day for seventh
it was till seven remained, panicked to miss
but faith and hope got strong,it was not long
before the beads appeared and ring brought bliss….