Today's "official" prompts are very close to one another, perhaps because of the holiday. "For today's prompt," Robert Lee Brewer says, "write a family poem" (Poetic Asides). At NaPoWriMo Maureen Thorson says, "Today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family." If you follow Maureen's prompt today, you automatically do Robert's. Very cool.
So, here we go. A persona poem from beyond the grave by someone I only know from family stories.
Gerardo, My Dead Brother, Speaks
This is a curtal sonnet, a form invented by Gerard Manley Hopkins in the 1800s. Shrinking the line count and pattern of the Petrarchan sonnet, 8 + 6 (an octave followed by a sester), Father Hopkins fashioned a smaller ("curtal") form with a sestet and a quatrain plus a half-line, 6 + 4 1/2. Pretty tight little form. The rhyme scheme I use above is modeled after one of his most famous curtal sonnets, "Pied Beauty":
Having been raised Catholic, I remember hearing about guardian angels often. It was something all of us Catholic kids took for granted, that each of us had a guardian angel. How one got one was something we never asked about; having a guardian angel was like having a right hand — you just had one. And the reason you had a right hand still, the reason it hadn't been chopped off somehow, was because you had a guardian angel. Perfect logic. QED.
And now on to Alan's poem for today. His intro: "Here's a family poem for the holiday."
Such a wonderful memory, how a mistake can be real and positive in retrospective. You describe the sweetness — both tangible and intangible — so clearly. Bravo, Alan.
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Go hug your family members. Ingat, everyone. ヅ
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