Today’s prompt was based on this poem by Claire Wahmanholm, which transforms the natural world into an unsettled dream-place. One way it does this is by asking questions – literally. The poem not only contains questions, but ends on a question.
The challenge was to write a poem that similarly resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.
The Osprey Today was the day, rising early to head to the water. Was that the grasses waving good morning as we drove by? Squinting against the sun shining, who did I hear whistling high-pitched and clear through the sky? What bright sparkling caught my eye? Whose nest was filled with littered bits — brilliant twig jewels in morning light? All at once I saw them coming fast and furious diving downward flight orienting with the wind, floating on air, streaking like lightning hunting by high dive, plucking fish like cherries from the fresh water. Head buried underwater, tucking talons back, gripping their wriggling prey on upward ascent. Tell me, what do you whisper to the wind? --A Draft Poem by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
What is your favorite memory in nature?