As you may remember, I’ve finished a full-length poetry manuscript called Words with Friends. I post a request for words on Facebook, and folks contribute one each. I then use all the words in a single poem, one supplied word per line. Here’s a poem about this detestable month.1
march be still and you can feel the dirt beneath you crack with promise of tender shoots and sturdy stems just like every other march first in your memory the way it comes in and perches itself on the edge how it teases you with moist breath, dangles the songs of birds, parades these salacious days then turns beastly cold like spring was all a lie. herculean will brought you through the last (short on purpose, for who could suffer its black embrace another day) and now the melted snow has turned the ground to earthy sludge—o sweet relief in one more stroke of this long-neglected bone but you lie in defeat on the very ledge of ecstasy as cruel march stands upon her ceremony. as dawn unwraps a sunrise from dark’s quietude splaying gems behind a vast residential skyline my antique bones, again embrittled by the cold, crack and pop, while sinew squeals uncle in the pitch of a tenacious wind, and the day begins behind a veil of viscous film. o march days! you betray me with morning! you bombastic old-age maker. your promises are hollow as shell and noisy as the wheeze of catarrh; march is an infection on humanity, on animality—just look outside: buds burst, squirrels and rabbits fornicate like rabbits, love-locked pigeons flap their wings on the deck railing. every march moment is the stroke of twelve because this— this is not serenity. This is frantic, voluptuous spring.
Thanks for reading.
salacious (Julie F), memory (Julie H), ceremony (Kathleen M), stroke (Beth S), herculean (Joe M), moist (Cybele P), ecstasy (Janet D), edge (Dave P), beastly (Alix S), black (Kim W), sludge (Jen W), promise (Teena W), embrace (Linda B), crack (Gabi H), serenity (Lynne F), bombastic (Peggy B), antique (Sandra R), uncle (Mindi S), shell (Sarah M), Infection (Maya D.), twelve (Susan M), humanity (Brigit Dd), love (Bruce A), fornicate (Derek B), quietude (Trisha G), viscous (Keith B), tenacious (Sam H) skyline (Beth S)
JFC Leslie, this is so fucking GOOD. I, too, wil read it multiple times. The wordplay is just glorious. Someone really, really needs to publish this book. (And I need to look for the next call for words!)
This is so beautiful!!! Thank you. I read it twice and feel certain I’ll read it more.