Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
[untitled "Season" poem] Twittering in the Linden trees locust turning yellow blue skies after a drenching rain two young gals, one fellow Pine trees glisten under ice roads shimmer from the melt of snow the cardinal lends his deep red cloak to the young folk huddled below Warm breezes freshen from the south the robins start to chirp daffodils sway their golden cups as two young gals give birth The linden trees give forth perfume the cardinal sings from vines two babies suck from mother's breasts cries thunder through the pines © Kåre Enga [164.290] The 'idea' in the poem above is to compose 4 stanzas (4 quatrains in this case, but it could be tercets or cinquains, etc.). Each stanza is a season. In this case AWPS (Autumn, Winter, sPring, Summer). Although each of the first three stanzas could be separate, the 4th must tie them together with an image from each. I've written a bunch of these, but not recently. WRITING: Have a song caught in my throat ... may sound like a frog, but I assure you it is a song ... The lyrics follow the meter: 12:11:7:7:11 or 3,4,5/3,4,4/3,4/3,4/3,4,4. I can imagine 'cowboys' dancing to it. The words come out of my experience in Montana and the working title is "Maroon and Blue Jeans." Since I very seldom write songs or lyrics, it is annoying that I don't have a voice recorder. I keep repeating the tune in my head so I'll memorize it as best I can. I know some of the instrumentation also: drums (big, and small Cherokee), flute and ... (I want something South-East Asian). The new Montana is an interesting mix of cultures. IMAGE THIS! I walked along under the plaza's awning to the edge closest to Indepedent Inc.'s entryway across the street. I swear it's not far ... just far enough to get totally soaked in 2 or 3 minutes. My cap is soaked. The front of my pants look like I couldn't hold it long enough or maybe someone threw me in the pond. My shoes and socks are wet. I live close, but more rain is headed this way and the shortcut along the ditch may not be advisable. 2 hours later and I'm still wet and shriveling. All day has been overcast. It rained in sheets. The downspouts look like unplugged fire hydrants. I can assure you whatever drought we may have had is looooong over. It is very green. Kansas: 61º and soaking rain; over 2 inches (5 cm.), some areas over 4. 424 |