October 27, 2009
I recently wrote a poem for The Syllabary project. To be honest, I’m still not sure how to explain this thing but, basically, there are hundreds of syllables. Each syllable has a word or multiple words which can be made out of it. Poets then write a poem using all the words for the syllable they were given. By way of example – I was given the syllable FIP which can only make one word – FLIP. So, I wrote a poem which contained the word “Flip”.
Now, if you are confused – check out The Syllabary website. It won’t help but it LOOKs really cool. Also, Peter McCarey (who wrote all the poems on that site) is looking to open the project up and may be willing to give YOU (yes you!) a syllable to work with.
Our friend Aiko explained all of this already on her blog in a much clearer and more interesting fashion. (Also, I stole the above pic from her site. Sue me!) So go there if you want more details. The Syllabary site is sadly lacking in context but – once again – it does look very cool.
Here is my poem for the Syllabary:
Whiff of Winter
It smells like a dog
barking in the dark
to see his breath
and prove to neighbours
he is there. So we shutter
our windows, hide our hands
in gloves, seek an orchard,
a covered bridge, anything
to mark the season for where it is —
to say, I know where I live,
the time of day, the calendar month
and I can gut a pumpkin, smell burning
leaves, apples fermenting. The taste
of cold metal flashes like a blade, sharp
and sure as a heart about to flip and fall
in love before the leaves brittle with frost.