Wildfire

Okay, I decided to hang with the Golden Shovel Poems longer. I can’t help myself. It’s not my fault there are so many great poets in the world. I’ve used William Blake and Robert Frost for inspiration. It’s time for me to take advantage of one of the women poetresses. When I read Jo Jo Moyes’ The Giver of Stars, I was reminded of Amy Lowell. I read her work in the past and decided to explore her poetry for a while. Therefore, this new poem will be titled Wildfire.

 Terrance Hayes invented the Golden Shovel style of poetry. This form of found poetry allows the writer to take a favorite poem and use it to make something original. I experimented with found poetry last year when I wrote Blank Verse poems. Now, I am having fun writing Golden Shovel Poetry.

The rules for writing a Golden Shovel Poem and Wildfire

While researching this style of poetry created by Terrance Hayes, there seem to be four simple rules. You can use as many lines of the poem as you want, and the poem will end with you being your creation. I find this idea interesting. Written below are the three simple rules.

1). Choose a poem that you like. Currently, I will use poems by Amy Lowell.

2)Use each word in the line or lines as the end word in your poem. Make sure they stay in order.

3) Construct an entire poem around them. The meaning doesn’t have to be the same.

4) Give the original poet credit who wrote the line or lines you used.

Here are a few quick facts about Amy Lowell. She was the leading poet in the Imaginist School. This woman never attended college and considered herself a social outcast when she was young. She was an avid reader and book collector. Also, she publicly smoked cigars, which was outrageous for a woman then. Pieces of the poem The Blue Scarf by Amy Lowell will appear at the end of each line of this poem. I will title Wildfire.

Wildfire 

Day dawning pale
Mist cloaked with 
Clouds, missing the
Skies of clear blue
Yellow residue of
Smoke drifting high
The atmosphere’s zeniths
Haze that shimmered
A coated over
Everything with
A fine dust sparkling like silver
Sand on a beach chair, brocaded
With plastic woven in
A design so smooth
Off in the distance, running
Across the sky, stylish patterns
Made of brown smoke by a
Wandering hand so soft
To look like Armageddon stuff
Haphazardly adorned with
Strings of white, knotted
To appear around the fringes
The smell of campfire comes with it
From where the forest lies
Burning in a hot flame there

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