Dark and Stormy

Billy of Poetisphere (and of Billy the Blogging Poet fame) has tagged me with a new movement within the... well, within the poetisphere. It's called the First Line Giveaway, and the first line he''s given me is:

"It was a dark and stormy night, but we'd heard that line before."

Now, for the record here Billy, in giving me that line, you've also given me too much credit, trusted me far too much, but I promise I've done my best not to besmirch the newly born rosey cheeks of the Poetisphere blog! So here we go:

Dark and Stormy

It was a dark and stormy night,

but we'd heard that line before
so I spoke instead of lilacs
or lilies cradling May at dawn.

And I told her of morning glories
in a garden where death
is an intentional catachresis,
as much a malapropism as
the language of nature,
when it constructs April sentences
for a November stroll -

as undeniably wrong as an ivory casket,
twenty four square inches of snow
unforgettable against the umber August earth.

To that, we prefer a dark and stormy night.

Now I'm passing along this torch to Trebuchet at legwarmers, and the opening line I offer up is:

"The clock runs in the shadows
as well as in the light"

Tags:

I Sing My Evolving Hands - Daniel Barkowitz of Talking to Myself

The Spinning Cyclone Spoiled the Sky - Daniel of Finally Getting Somewhere

Beneath the ice we waited - Andrew Nichols of Philosophical Poetry

A dusty brow and a glistening road - Billy the BloggingPoet

The Credits:
Inspired by The Practice of Poetry.

Poetry