Welcome to Day 3 of our month-long daily writing project. Newbies, this is an annual community writing project that I host every February. You don’t have to be a poet to participate. Short prose pieces are a great way to join in the fun.
FOUND: Moth Eggs
What caught my eye about these eggs, stuck on the passenger-side window of my mini-van, was how much the bottom group looked like the continent of South America. I especially like the photograph where the continent of eggs appears to be floating in a sea of sky.
The photo I posted as our prompt IS a bit mysterious. I’ll put more information about the moth at the bottom of this post.
The first person in with a guess was Diane Mayr, who said, “I have no idea what the Day 3 pic represents, so I imagined roe. ”
are clustered in places
where sea creatures breed.
Place your feet gently.
Avoid, please, the weeds.
Sail your boats elsewhere.
Let fish life proceed.
Margaret Simon claimed to be “stumped” by today’s found object, but shared a haiku poem that made me look more closely at the image.
Please ignore my
My shadow self intrigues.
By Margaret Simon
I’m fascinated by all the interpretations of these little eggs. Here is Jessica Bigi’s poem.
Bare legs scratchy thistles
Grandmother shadow curling
Under my feet
Tasseled fields of winding hills
Windy chimes brushing rose cheeks
Whistles of laughter swings from buckets
Sweetness of berries feel the breeze
Purple berry giggles
Let grandmother know I’ve eaten more
Than I’ve put in my bucket
At home just for fun
We count our berries
Looks like grandmother has berry giggles too
I tried to heed my own call for imagery of the five senses today. Did I get all five?
By Laura Shovan
A continent of lemon drops,
sweet bite of foreign words
on my tongue.
Bath pearls spilled on mirror top,
waxy shells ready to release
their tangy scent.
A nest of snowy Tiger Moths
about to burst, consume, cocoon.
A blizzard of wings.
Like me, Mary Lee Hahn noticed that the bottom grouping of eggs had a very familiar shape.
The mysteries of the world are myriad.
Sometimes they look like little balls of butter.
Sometimes they clump together in the shape of South America.
The mysteries of the world puzzle us.
They make us take our glasses off and look so close
we dust our noses with them.
The mysteries of the world hold hidden ripeness.
Each might contain a new life,
or the possibility to change the weather patterns of the entire world.
The mysteries of the world cast shadows.
Hovering above, they block the sun
and send a chill through us as they pass over.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
Molly Hogan wrote, “This picture was certainly challenging!” I wonder what you are all thinking, now that the mystery is solved.
by Molly Hogan
I itch to pick one up
squish it with a POP
and see what oozes out,
feel the dripping liquid
sticky on my pinching fingers.
I yearn to bite
and sink my teeth
into pale, silken green
if they are as juicy
as they look,
sugar-sweet like candy
God forbid they’re bacteria!
I like how choosing a setting for her poem creates a totally different feel in Linda Baie’s response.
The Art Opening
The beads leapt off the canvas.
Adults were amused observing the child
who reached out to touch the beads.
They wouldn’t admit their desire to touch, too.
Even the shadows felt like mistakes.
The artist was that good.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
Jone Rush MacCulloch is joining us from her blog, DeoWriter.
remains of the hive
© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
Last in is our friend, Poetry Friday blogger Charles Waters.
Marbles jumble, ready to rumble,
fighting to see who will be
picked to get flicked
in the next game.
(c) Charles Waters 2016
Donna Smith is catching up on the prompts. She says, “Though I knew these were moth eggs by now, I saw pearls.”
I broke my grandma’s pearls
The horror of it all!
But then I took a look
And gathered up the fall.
I tried to line them up
By going two by two
But I just could not do it
By twos it would not do.
Two roly-poly pearls rolled off,
They rolled about the floor;
I watched as they rolled down the hall
Under the closet door.
With the remaining 85
I made one single line,
Then very neatly arranged the pearls –
Three piles of twenty-nine.
I gathered them together in
Two piles when Math was done –
Creating South America
And Greenland, just for fun.
My cat pounced into Greenland
And they began to scatter
He sent them all around the world
Then departed, pitter-patter.
I crawled around on hands and knees
To round them up again
But somehow most escaped me
And I only counted ten.
Oh, Grandma won’t be happy,
She won’t be very pleased
I think there’s only 8 pearls now
Two flew when I just sneezed!
Inside a jar they could be safe,
So there I put the rest
I still had 8 and, don’t you know,
I think they were the best!
But then the jar with precious pearls
Opened when it tipped,
It rolled and rolled and turned about
Until those 8 pearls slipped.
There were no more inside the jar
No pearls that I could see
I don’t know where they rolled to.
Oh, where could those pearls be?
So I’m a little worried,
I might be in some trouble;
Do you think I can make more pearls
By blowing pearly bubbles?
©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
You’ll find Carol Varsalona’s digital design for today’s poem at her blog, Beyond LiteracyLink.
of neon balls
in mid air
Thanks so much for joining me today, everyone. Wasn’t it fun to have a UFO: Unidentified Found Object to work with?
I’m heading out to a high school drama club meeting this evening. I’ll continue to post responses to FOUND OBJECT 3 as they come in, but may not be adding additional poems until tomorrow morning.
See you tomorrow for Day 4.
If you’d like to read what we’ve written so far, here are links to this week’s poems:
Monday, February 1
FOUND OBJECT: 100 year-old mailing box
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Molly Hogan, Mary Lee Hahn, Linda Baie, Jessica Bigi, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Catherine Flynn, Jone Rush MacCulloch.
Tuesday, February 2
FOUND OBJECT: Fancy peppers and produce
Poems by: Mary Lee Hahn, Jessica Bigi, Diane Mayr, Molly Hogan, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Margaret Simon, Jennifer Lewis.
More about the moth:
It took me about fifteen minutes of internet searching to identify Mama Moth. She is a Virginian Tiger Moth, Spilosoma virginica. You can read more about her at Buglifecycle. There is a photograph of this moth’s eggs at the top of the page. They are a perfect match for our Day 3 FOUND OBJECT.