Monty Vern of Monty’s Blahg is launching a Golden Shovel monthly collaborative project, with three prompts for poets to respond to. In a Golden Shovel poem, each word in a given line of verse is used as an end word, in order, in the lines of your poem. Thank you, Monty, for the opportunity–I hate to do this to a lovely line of verse!
A golden shovel poem using the line
…feel the wet maple leaves flicker in the rain”
from “The Leaves of a Dream are the Leaves of an Onion” by Arthur Sze
The Table’s Complaint
No one considers how I feel,
covered with bits of breakfast: the scrambled egg scraps, the
itchy Pop-Tart crumbs, the wet
orange juice spill that mars my complexion, the maple
syrup smear. Everyone leaves
spit-spot—toodle-oo, no thanks to you—without a flicker
of interest in me. It’s a pain in
the wood. If I had four good legs, I’d walk away and let the
leavings wash off in the rain.