[Honestly, with riveting titles like these, I don’t understand why I’m not getting a gazillion hits a day …]
Today’s device is
Epithalamion: A poem for marriage, or for a wedding celebration.
from The Poet’s Dictionary: A Handbook of Prosody and Poetic Devices, by William Packard.
The name sounds like a layer of skin. I’ll just let that one go, like a high hanging curveball. Swing away.
This next poem is one of my favorites because it is one of those poems that wrote itself. I literally pulled off the side of the road, grabbed some trash off the floor board of my car (don’t judge) and wrote it down as it came out. The sight of a tree was the prompt. The poem was originally published in Main Street Rag Literary Magazine, Winter (2000) issue. Thanks for reading!