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 nightfall, command, water, and spur.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are question, circle, abandon, and electric.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
Then the command: hide and seek.
Voices, running feet.
onto her blouse.
Going to the Rain
we will find warmth
Nightfall is just as hard. Under towers of lights
I'm still a chimp swinging a stick.
Too much joy is hard to take
while this spur in my side is a barbed reminder.
Barbara De Franceschi
The Sparrow's Funeral
I ran into the house and lay
sobbing, as if making a fuss might spur
the sparrow back to life.