Saturday, April 25, 2015

2015 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

I've written lines for Irene's Progressive Poems before, but this time freaked me out the most... it feels as though we are in mid-story. How will it ever be wrapped up in five days?

When I was pondering my line, I thought about the fisherman's reaction to her bracelet, the fact that their eyes are so similar, and that both of their grandmothers are playing a role here. You might be surprised where I take it! Forgive me, romantics.


I used the more elaborately-formatted version:


She lives without a net,

walking along the alluvium of the delta.

Shoes swing over her shoulder,

on her bare feet stick

jeweled flecks of dark mica.

Hands faster than fish swing

at the ends of bare brown arms.

Her hair flows,


in wild wind

as she digs

in the indigo varnished handbag,

pulls out her grandmother’s oval

cuffed bracelet,
 strokes the turquoise stones, and steps

through the curved doorway.







hair first





She                  glides               past                 glossy              water

hyacinth to shimmer with a school of shad,

listens to the ibises

roosting in the trees

of the cypress swamp

an echo

of Grandmother’s words, still fresh

in her windswept memory;

“Born from the oyster,

expect the pearl.

Reach for the rainbow

reflection on the smallest dewdrop.


The surface glistens, a shadow


above her head, a paddle


she reaches, seizes. She’s electric energy

and turquoise eyes.

Lifted high, she gulps strange air – stares

clearly into
 Green pirogue, crawfish trap, startled

fisherman with turquoise eyes, twins

of her own, riveted on her wrist–

She’s swifter than a dolphin,

slipping away,

leaving him only

a handful

of memories

of his own

grandmother’s counsel:

“Watch for her.

You’ll have but one chance


to decide. Garner wisdom from the water

and from the pearl

of the past.”


In a quicksilver flash,

an arc of resolution, he


into the shimmering water

where hidden sentries restrain  

any pursuit and the bitter taste

of impulse rushes

into his lungs.

Her flipper flutters his weathered toes

     – Pearl’s signal –

Stop struggling.

The Sentinels will escort you

He stills, closes his eyes,

takes an uncharacteristic breath of ...


Released, he swims,

chasing the


of the bracelet

Gran gave the daughter

who reveled in waves,


Take it away, Brian!

2015 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

1 Jone at Check it Out
2 Joy at Poetry for Kids Joy
3 Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe
4 Laura at Writing the World for Kids
5 Charles at Poetry Time Blog
6 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page
7 Catherine at Catherine Johnson
8 Irene at Live Your Poem
9 Mary Lee at Poetrepository
10 Michelle at Today’s Little Ditty
11 Kim at Flukeprints
12 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
13 Doraine at DoriReads
14 Renee at No Water River
15 Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge
16 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a Godforsaken Town
17 Buffy at Buffy’s Blog
18 Sheila at Sheila Renfro
19 Linda at Teacher Dance
20 Penny at A Penny and her Jots
21 Tara at A Teaching Life
22 Pat at Writer on a Horse
23 Tamera at The Writer’s Whimsy
24 Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect
25 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
26 Brian at Walk the Walk
27 Jan at Bookseedstudio
28 Amy at The Poem Farm
29 Donna at Mainely Write
30 Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme


Donna Smith said...

Oh, I had to read this a couple of times. He's her father! Very unexpected! I was thinking maybe her brother! Romantics wouldn't be happy with me either! And I think we need one more go at this...another round to finish the story. Otherwise there just may be nothing to do but for me to say "To be" and Matt to finish with " year"! Ha! I guess we'll have to see how it goes! We may get there!

Irene Latham said...

Oh wow, this has been SUCH an adventure! I love love love what you've done with it. So happy to see that bracelet show up again. :) I have complete faith in our finishers. Thank you, Tabatha!! xo

Amy LV said...

I like this twist... And "reveled in waves" - fabulous indeed! Swim on! xo

Heidi Mordhorst said...

Tabatha, I had been positively hoping to avoid fairy-tale romance here, ever since the twin eyes appeared, so I'm quite please with this twist. I think we can get very roundly to the end, too.

I like "swims" with "glimmer" and "Gran gave the daughter
who reveled in waves"--beautiful rhythm.

Tricia said...

I did not expect that! But off he goes! This is a wonderful addition.

Linda B said...

I've thought all along there was a family connection, not another Ariel tale, Tabatha. You've added much to the tail (couldn't resist). Love that 'glimmer', too.

Tamera Will Wissinger said...

Yay, Tabatha! Great lines. There's nothing to forgive here - To me, this seems just right.

Buffy Silverman said...

Terrific--I'm glad to see this familial connection made clear, and that the bracelet is leading him to her.

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

Perfect! I was hoping for a family connection as well.

jan godown annino said...

This is swell Tabatha!

Keri said...

Oh, I do hope there is happy ending! That is enough for this romantic!

Tabatha said...

Should I say this? I didn't have him being her father in mind. Everybody can have their own interpretation...thought I should go ahead and say mine :-)

Robyn Hood Black said...

Well done, Tabatha! Terrific word choices and glad the bangle braclet "surfaced" again...

Penny Parker Klostermann said...

I'm catching up again. So happy you brought the braclet back. Love this line!