Sophie Mayer

Carrie Etter threw down the gauntlet on her blog: write a poem a day throughout April, which is the US National Poetry Month. Well, I love gauntlets (especially while the weather's just a bit chilly) so I'm going to attempt it. One poem per day, posted here. Gulp. Here goes.

April 1

Medusa is a brassica
last green head of winter
(varieties grown as)
purple-sprouting against the spring

coils and crenellations
(spears from seed)
florets, leaf and stem
she sprouts rampart and fortress

(avoid build-up of soil pests)
her seedbed dug deeply
a green comet against new green
she has suffered a split heart