Anyway, this week's challenge was to take a favourite word and then... write. Which was fun, although I am sorry that the watercats used the Islets of Langerhans up a couple of weeks back, as that would have been my first choice. Except it's three words.
Apologies again, but because;
1) it's the school holidays
2) my husband has left me to spend 2 days up a mountain
and
3) work doesn't cease because the children are at home
I might not get round to the other riders until mid-week. But I will come.
Meanwhile, here's my offering. All the other poems can be arrived at via Rachel's blog, here:
http://crowd-pleasers.blogspot.com/2010/03/poetry-bus-poetry-bus-where-are-you.html
Hippocampus hippocampus
I like the Latinate,
conjuring compound words
spanning and scanning
centuries of sense.
Hippocampus,
fragile, flimsy-finned horse
fluttering in the sea grass
snuffling for shrimp;
father’s your mother,
little wonder, confusion reins.
Hippocampus,
mighty, monstrous,
mixed-up steed;
harnessed to Neptune’s chariot,
hauling him from sacred sea
and placing him in the sky
to orbit, cold, unsanctified
until the sun swells with sorrow
at a God’s loss of sacrifice
and journey to myth.
Hippocampus,
the memories of meaning
of things that were, and are,
lie in your sea-horse structure
pulling us this way and that,
making the past the present
ripe for reminiscence,
ready for what will be.
We orientate with the Latinate,
Hippocampus.
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