Welcome to Poetry Friday! Our host this week is Mary Lee. She's shared a wonderful poem of her own, one by Sandra Cisneros, a video and more in her post. You can find all that poetic goodness and links to the other participating poets over here on her blog. My Story Cubes poetry prompt this week had me a little stumped at first. In addition to trying to write fast, I'm also challenging myself to keep the order of the dice in my poem. So if the cauldron comes first, I'm trying to make it first thing I mention. Either I like multi-dimensional chess, or I like making things challenging for myself. Or maybe both! Here are this week's prompts: And here is my poem. Plot Problems First I drew a cauldron Bubbling full of poisoned brew. Then I drew a hungry hero Now I don’t know what to do. hmmm . . . . I know how to fix this! Draw one big foot, then two. Run fast, my big foot hero! Go find some barbecue. © 2025, Elisabeth Norton, all rights reserved What about you? Have you ...
yum! Enjoy. Apple picking is one of my favorite memories of spending time with my kids.
ReplyDeleteI love that first line especially, as it makes me picture September picking up a ladder and heading to the orchard!
ReplyDeleteThanks Laura! That was exactly the image/idea in my head when I took this picture.
DeleteBring on the apple crisp, apple sauce, and cider!
ReplyDeleteI have apples in the kitchen right now, waiting to be baked into an apple pie! Thanks for stopping by, Mary Lee.
DeleteI just made an apple pie this morning, though I have no tree with a ladder like your lovely picture & poem, I did get the apples from a local farmer's market. I bet they would love your poem, too!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda! We're lucky to have this orchard nearby, and we can buy the apples directly from the farmer. The best apple I have ever eaten in my life came from this orchard.
DeleteThe opening line of your poem works it magic drawing the reader in Elisabeth. An end of summer ritual begins... I cooked apple and rhubarb last week, so I am in the zone of your apple harvest.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds delicious! Two of my favorite fruits together. Thanks for your comments, Alan.
DeleteI love experiencing fall vicariously through people's fall poems! Thanks for yours!
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome, Ruth.
DeleteFall is the time for living 'appely' ever after! Yum! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is! Especially here. It is the taste of fall for me.
DeleteYes! One of my favorite times of the year. And of course we'd need a ladder if we want to get all the apples. That scaffold speaks on a meta level, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susan!
DeleteI love the image of September bringing the ladder. Apple picking time ... sigh. One of my favorite times of the year.
ReplyDeleteI love marking the passing of seasons by what's happening in the orchard. Thanks for stopping by, Karen!
DeleteI like the idea that the ladder also has "branches heavy laden"! Is that really your apple tree? Lucky duck!
ReplyDeleteNot ours, but the farm is just a few minutes' walk away. We walk through this orchard on a public footpath countless times throughout the year on our way to the forest, and we're able to buy potatoes and apples from the farmer. The potatoes and apples are in the barn, and you just go in, weigh them, and put the money in the slot in a tree trunk. One of the joys of living in a small, farming community.
DeleteYes, what a sign of autumn. I spent some years in western Michigan when my children were young, so we have some nice memories of apple picking in the fall.
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