Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge was to write a “golden shovel”. This was a tough one – honestly, my brain hurt. If you don’t know what a golden shovel is (I didn’t), the basic idea is that the poem I’ve shovel-ized (in this case, “Watermelons” by Charles Simic) can be read by reading the last word of each line of my poem.
As far as the eyes can see: green
Overlapping supine Buddhas
Rolling and majestic they go on and on
Kissing puffs of white, the
backdrop now colours of fruit
Urges me to stand
Calling to the adventurer so we
can traverse unbeaten paths and eat
nothing but our fears til the
monsters are slayed; smile
as we ease into the coolness and
revel in the darkness; spit
in the face of good sense, out
the lamp and listen to the
distinct absence of chattering teeth.