In an ongoing series, the editors, former contributors, and readers of Eclectica have been invited to write a poem containing four pre-chosen words. The words for this issue are heirloom, forbid, seven, and boundary.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are trigger, scrap, steam, and platinum.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
Two Word Poems
To travel on and end
only in some terminal sargasso of the air,
the metal carcasses clustered
Perhaps if you squint into the late afternoon light carousing through an open window, a hair might float on a sun-shaft, you can snatch it to your breast as though he still inhabits the strand.
Barbara De Franceschi
Nothing is Forbidden
Seven minutes in a closed poem.
And nothing is forbidden.
Bal Harbour Shops
I have already walked and eaten, stood looking
out at the ocean as a single pelican,
slow and prehistoric, sailed past.