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 current, elude, hidden, and lamp.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are borrow, phone, lost, and nothing.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
Landscape with Widow, Early March
If you can see me
I can see you. I make no effort
to elude your view.
Jessica G. de Koninck
The Moon Has Nothing to Be Sad About: A Golden Shovel
Her soul is
hidden, even as her story pings to myriad in-boxes, click-bait perfected
like ganache, a drizzling of affronts, a surge of rage.
You could take a lamp,
climb the gate, walk the rutted path
If I had used
a safety pin, I'd be dead.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
Keeper of the House
And what of me, the current
keeper of the house?
A Little Bit of Magic
The hardest thing about trying to be a poet is
You have to read poetry almost daily
To My Dentist's Goldfish
one gill sipping water
the other skimming air
I see how you elude
two swordfish probe
a silver ball of herring,
driving them toward the surface
It is also
the volt in a person's brain allowing
them the luxury of glacial actions
Two Word Poems
We relinquish direction and desire,
all but the dream of fluidit
The Low Spark of Naming No One
Dull furnace murmurs concur
with your placid breathing.
Sunday at North Pond
They sail to the railing of an overlook on hope for the crumbs
the Park District says they shouldn't have—
bad for their digestion and attracts rodents.
The Day My Mother Met Neko Case
For over an hour, they pierced
her body with curious needles,
Sharon Mathews and David Mathews
When Valentine’s Day Falls On Ash Wednesday
I think of arrows slicing through tied-up Saint Sebastian
when his faith was no longer hidden.
I Confide in Buffy the Vampire Slayer about My Divorce
She wants to know which
of the men in my past is the Big Bad, the final
villain I can't elude