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Last month, we all wrote sonnets. Well, everyone in the poetry sisters except me wrote curtal sonnets, a form invented (or at least made popular) by Gerard Manley Hopkins. This month, we are each writing a tanka in response to somebody else's sonnet. I have been known to refer to a tanka as "a haiku pulling a trailer", but I've also discussed it far more thoroughly. Here's an introduction to tanka, another post describing the construction of tanka, and one about how the parts of a tanka relate to one another. And for fun, "a little tanka feminism".

Tanita Davis is responding to my sonnet about Kismet, the not-so-mighty huntress, and I am responding to Sara Lewis Holmes's curtal sonnet about Gerard Manley Hopkins, which you can read below:

Hopkins foxed sonnets to 3/4 spare
     wire-whipped stresses til they wailed
         half-tocked feral hymns from sprung clocks

Elbowing joy as birdsong from air,
      priested, pressed hard, he failed
          at 44, a life, curtailed and boxed

Yet, cold-call his poems, and he swells,
      as slugger’s bandied cauliflower ear; rung,
          you clangor, near strangled, on far-hailed
Words; carrion cry unlocked, he wells
                            blood to tongue.

Here is my response to Sara's poem, which is more about my feelings than anything else:

feral bird-song clocks—
imagery drives me cuckoo
cauliflower words
tiny white flower clusters
tasty morsels for the tongue

Here's where you can find the other poems:

Tanita, responding to me

Sara, responding to Liz

Liz, responding to Tricia

Tricia, responding to Laura

Laura, responding to Tanita

The rest of the Poetry Friday posts can be found by clicking the box below:

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( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Linda Baie
Feb. 2nd, 2018 05:06 am (UTC)
I love those 'tasty morsels for the tongue'. Both sing praises for Hopkin's 'cauliflower' words, this time your words.
Feb. 2nd, 2018 01:06 pm (UTC)
There is something to savour on every single line here, Kelly. The feral bird-song clocks are my favorite this morning! Tomorrow, who knows? Thanks for all the resources too.
Sara Lewis Holmes
Feb. 2nd, 2018 01:37 pm (UTC)
Your cauliflower imagery is much gentler than mine. One poet sees an ear swollen from repeated hits, the other, delicate flower clusters. Poetry delivers it all, yes? Thanks for reading and responding to my rather brutal poem so kindly. I love how you just went with your feelings.
Feb. 2nd, 2018 04:07 pm (UTC)
I love the "cauliflower words" and "tasty morsels for the tongue."
TS Davis
Feb. 2nd, 2018 04:34 pm (UTC)
Feral cuckoos
I cracked up at the very first line. FERAL BIRDSONG CLOCKS!!!! That's the most perfect description of maddened cuckoo-ing, ever, and speaks nicely to both Hopkins and Sara's take on him. Well done! And then a savory finish with cauliflorets - wow.

You're a wordsmith indeed.
Liz Garton Scanlon
Feb. 2nd, 2018 10:14 pm (UTC)
I am in love with the language you've used in this poem... feral, cauliflower, clusters, morsel.
It's so tiny but so, so rich!!
Donna Smith
Feb. 3rd, 2018 12:52 am (UTC)
I loved the feral birdsong clocks!
Fun exchanges!
Feb. 3rd, 2018 06:32 am (UTC)
I love the image of white flower clusters as morsels for the tongue. Lovely!
Feb. 3rd, 2018 09:03 pm (UTC)
PF post
Thanks for the tanka information and the different forms. I am bookmarking this site. Interesting choice of words: eral bird-song clocks.
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