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Time for haikus as Poetry Month continues!

15/04/2020

We are in week two of National Poetry Month and OPL wants to keep inspiring your creative side. This week’s poetry challenge, or proposition if that is less daunting, is to ask you to put your powers of observation and expression into a haiku and to share it with OPL. For a primer on this form of poetry, please read the following blog post. Don’t forget to tag us!

Earlier this month, we also mentioned our plans for an online poetry slam event. Well, mark your calendar! This event is happening next Friday, April 24, at 7 pm in partnership with Urban Legends Poetry Collective (ULPC). A prize of $50 along with ULPC merchandise and a book of choice will be provided to the winner. For more information, check out our event page!

We are grateful to Deanna Young, Ottawa’s English Poet Laureate, for providing us a poem every week for National Poetry Month. The first one is below. Enjoy! Angel House Press's website also offers a poem a day during National Poetry Month. A calendar in the top right of the page allows you to view different poems.

The little moths

with tarnished wings
are everywhere this summer

or I have moved unwittingly
to Mothland. Light in the kitchen

a fire they sing around,
Draw near, draw near. So small

they might enter on mere
thoughts of opening.

Once in, they rest in corners
of the ceiling, disturbing

dots on new paint. Or ease
themselves like slippered guests

through gaps in drawers and startle
when I go for a knife.

Spread-eagle
is how I find them

in my coffee cup. Flakes
of ash.

I’ve drunk
and eaten dozens of the darlings,

inhaled them in my sleep.
They make no sound

that I can hear
alive nor going down.

—from Drunkard’s Path (Gaspereau Press, 2001)