Day 19: Opposite Poem

Today’s prompt asks us to write a poem in opposition to another’s poem, for example:

Carol Ann Duffy says, ‘a woman who lifts her head from the sieve of her hands’

I say, ‘a woman who dips her head into the cup of her hands’

It’s an echoing game! But a perverse annoying echo….

Here is both the poem I echoed and my echo:

Approach of Winter 

The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine–
like no leaf that ever was–
edge the bare garden.

William Carlos Williams


Summer Sounds


The rotund trees

brushed apart by a breeze to separate

shapes that flex

their leaves like muscles, sweating light

clenching and unclenching easily

or like a woman

on the surface of water turns on her back

and floats

where the sun runs as sap, bright green

fusing the leaf, like the first leaf that ever was-

blushing in the lush garden.


The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

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One comment on “Day 19: Opposite Poem
  1. […] today, no tele, just candles allowed! And now I can go along with the flower as subject poems. My Day 19 was about trees, and Day 5 was a sunflower inspired blues poem, so I get to return to the sunflowers […]

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