Day Eight
And now for today’s
(optional, as always!) prompt. Today, let’s rewrite a famous poem, giving it
our own spin. While any famous poem will do, if you haven’t already got one in
mind, why not try your own version of Cesar Vallejo’s Black Stone Lying on a White Stone? If you’re not exactly sure how such a poem could
be “re-written,” check out this recent poem by Stephen Burt, which riffs on Vallejo
I did my version of Shakespeare's sonnet 18
My Day Eight from 2013
ON THE EIGHTH DAY
On the eighth day god created Manchester
More lovely than any place he made
Rough winds and rain to come
before Easter
Summer’s over before the world
cup’s played
And yet a heat wave has been
forecast soon
The sick squid all rides free
unfair funfair
This week the planets line up
with the moon
It’s not coincidence that we’ll
be there
But our eternal summer’s still
to come
As everything around us fades
away
Our fair ground at Platt Fields
will still be fun
And the eternal tightrope will
not fray
So long as we with third eye
still can see
Enslave the queen and this gives
life to me
080414My Day Eight from 2013
