On one of the days in which I accidentally dried my eyeball with a towel after my shower the pain started a thought process about hotel towels and hotel rooms that led to a sudden urge to create a poem. Energy levels being high I also decided it HAD to be a palindrome.
I first became excited by the form when I read Caroline Bird's 'Drawn Onward'. If you love poetry you have probably already read it, but if for any reason you haven't then I highly recommend you make it one of the next poems you read.
I was ridiculously pleased with myself when I created a short palindromic poem about fiddlehead ferns in summer 2020 and sort of thought it would be the only one I wrote so imagine how pleased I was to create a second! I hope it will find a home of its own, but in the meantime here's my 'fiddlehead ferns' kindly homed by 192 Poets Directory:
We Few Deified We Few
Wanting us to feast differently
I filled a basket with fiddlehead ferns
right to the brim for you:
ostrich fern, lady fern, bracken.
Tossing their bitterness
with garlic and rock salt.
Look, I tell you, I have foraged
this taste for you.
I let lemon zest fall on
those curled caterpillars
amongst the charred green-brown leaves.
We do not mention
that vague muddiness on our tongues.
We do not mention,
amongst the charred green-brown leaves,
those curled caterpillars.
I let lemon zest fall on
this taste for you.
Look, I tell you, I have foraged.
With garlic and rock salt
tossing their bitterness;
ostrich fern, lady fern, bracken.
Right to the brim for you
I filled a basket with fiddlehead ferns;
wanting us to feast differently.
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