So, I’ve been spurred by the initiative of my colleagues and have therefore decided to post a few of my own lunes from (way, WAY, back) Day 4 of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope they’ll serve as the seeds for longer poems (or strings of lunes), but for now, enjoy them in their infancy. I’ve been obsessing over portmanteau, neologisms, and hyphenated combinations lately, and these poems are a testament to my current mode of thinking and composition.
Like outfacing spine-bones,
or ex-lover’s dusty tomestones, unturned
pages still wave.
The last leaf
dances; blood red smeared droplets
threaten to fall-stop.
Stiff blue lines,
like ice clotted veins, collapse
in epileptic freezer.
iv) And finally, a poetic masterpiece in honour of the Maple Leafs:
I hate you,
I hate you, I hate
you. F**k you.