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 vault, bracelet, gather, and planet.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are nightfall, command, water, and spur.

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(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)

Would the Real Me Please Stand Up
 
For a tenth birthday treat my hair was washed
in kerosene to remove a colony of nits
 
Barbara De Franceschi

 

Two Word Poems
 
If I tell you there are planets
in a dead plant, you'd call it spin.
 
Taylor Graham

 

Transmission from an Astronaut Dying on Mars
 
The thing I will miss most,
other than the company of a woman,
is the hint of rain gathering in the air.
 
Bob Bradshaw

 

Two Word Poems
 
One looked askance, another scoffed,
but there was one whose eyes were wide
 
Ray Templeton

 

Las Vegas
 
I had myself grown up near Milwaukee, another
planet
 
Jennifer Finstrom