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 branch, daughter, wrinkle, and globe.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are iron, paper, sundial, and doctor.

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

Two Word Poems
 
I think of the tree
taking it all back.
 
Nathan McClain

 

My Daughter Questions
 
Grandma can't see
me from underground, right?
 
Ivone Alexandre

 

Twin
 
At breakfast a flake appears.
He calls it a leaf fallen from a branch.
 
Ellen Kombiyil

 

Spin
 
the rough hands
of the seasons turning you,
a blindfolded child
 
Antonia Clark

 

Trespassing
 
We hum to the lullaby
of the wind-stirred maple, the rattle of sycamore leaves.
 
Brent Fisk

 

Old World
 
In 1987, I had only flown once and the earth
felt larger.
 
Jennifer Finstrom