It’s October, Poetry Friday friends.
It’s October first as I write this, and Irene + Octo = her wonderful book, Love, Agnes: Postcards from an Octopus.
I’ve been using a bullet journal (AKA bujo) for several years. I was feeling arty this morning and decided to fire up my watercolor markers and colored pencils to make an October page… an Octo(ber)pus page. (Thanks for the inspiration, Irene.)
However, I ran into some technical difficulties with my purple cephalopod. And the resulting Oops-topus doodle led me to a poem.
It’s a nonet. For reasons which shall become obvious.
By Laura Shovan
Dear Octopus, I drew you before
that first jolt of tea woke my brain.
It’s a challenge, keeping track
of all those wandering
tentacles! So, I
I started writing this poem on my morning walk, speaking the first line and a few other phrases into my phone. When I got home, I sat down and started to draft. My drafting page looks like this:
October is off to a silly start for me. I wonder what other Oops-topuses are hiding themselves where we least expect them.