Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt suggests writing a poem in a “golden shovel” form. It’s a little complicated:
“Today I challenge you to write a “golden shovel.” This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. You can read Brooks’ poem by reading the last word of each line of Hayes’ poem!”
For my “golden shovel” I selected this short poem by Margaret Atwood:
You Fit Into Me
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook an open eye
And so… ta da… this is my “golden shovel” poem. You can read Atwood’s poem by reading the last word in each line of mine:
seems to fit
a thimble. And that’s ok by me.
What you’re really like?
Well now! That’s a
whole other tale, involving a hook
cast sideways into
the smooth lip of an
innocent swimmer, her good eye
turned to heaven before a
schnook like you decided to catch a fish.
It was a sharp and rusty hook—
as far as they go. An
old story— the victim swam with an open
heart, forgetting to keep a watchful eye.