if you go writing a poem on a thursday
be sure to wrap it in seaweed with the healing
powers of mustard and mossy mountain music.
a cabbage roll style wrap is fine.
Or, stickytape your poem inside a shoe box
and roost it in the warming oven of the
wood stove in a swamp woman’s hut.
let the poem sprout for seven sunsets
while the wise woman guides you
through the potions in her big book.
she won’t tell you what to do, as I am,
but she’ll teach you valuable lessons
as pertains to thursday imaginings.
for a friday poem you’ll need a gauze of
old gold bones for your framework,
and an iron fence to swing it on for
three high tides while it simmers for
all your neighbors to enjoy. but…
we’ll cover fridays next half-moon tuesday.
and wednesdays one mystical motherboard monday.
thank you for your poetic consideration.
Posted for dVerse Poetry’s Open Link Tuesday Festivities.
P.S. Mom and Dad have a stove EXACTLY like that in their kitchen, but theirs is by Elmira Stove Works.
They bought it about 1980 or so, as I recall. A good year.
And this is a good year too!
Thanks for your comments. I’ll be out to your blogs soon, whooohoooo!!!!