In the last deep blue February day, I followed my heart’s compass to the true north of another backyard.
Today I spent my creative time on dirtcakes, the literary magazine I founded to “offer space for international writers and artists to illuminate a shared global humanity.”
There’s dirt under my fingernails. Like any backyard task, it was difficult but satisfying work. What was it? Here’s a hint: I invented a new form of literature!
Maybe you remember “Five Lines to Challenge Chaos” when I dared myself to try each poetic form, “so that by spring, I’ll have a larder of poems that adhere to formal patterns found in nature, the sunflower, for example, or the whorl of a seashell, the number of legs on a spider for instance, or the swoop of an orb found glistening in early morning.”
I failed at that, but succeeded in invention.
The Contributor Voices Chorus is based on a very old form of poetry – the cento. The cento is a collage, or mashup of lines from other writers, arranged in a fresh way, sort of like taking one flower from every blooming bush in your garden and creating a bouquet that looks nothing like your backyard.
For one sample of a cento, you can read “Wolf Cento” by Simone Muench.
You’ll have to wander over to dirtcakes to see my invention, the all new Contributor Voices Chorus.
It’s also time to give props. One of our readers took the poetic form challenge. In honor of The Simple Life of the Country Man’s Wife’s diligence, I’m linking to her cinquain here. I wonder how her spring larder of poems is looking? How about yours?
Adieu January, when we focused.
Goodbye February, when we explored leading lines.
See you in March when, in honor of the month’s disparate weather days, we play with contrast.