Here is a new Golden Shovel poem. I admit I’ve become a bit addicted to this form (here are the rules in case your unfamiliar).
Ars Poetica (an excerpt)
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleave-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
by Archibald MacLeish (1892 – 1982)
The following is a Golden Shovel poem from the first line “A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit”
Apples Eating Zebras
Apples eating zebras and z’s to a
I cobble together words in a poem
Making nonsense I should not but should
Gobble up wobbles and play vocab tricks to be
Escaping tricky corners with palpable
Tight and twisty turns and
Flamboyant gestures of an eloquent mute
Breaking forms with made-up rhymes as
A wanna-be unknown poet throwing a
Bucket of colorful words upon a globed
Canvas and calling it a bowl of fruit.
What a fun one? Want to give the Golden Shovel a try? Join the “Get Your Golden Shovels” collaboration. Here is a link to this week’s prompt.
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
This is marvelous and magical.
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I’m in love with it myself! Thanks!
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