The Renku Sessions: Pilgrims' Stride 33
Welcome to The Renku Sessions. Renku is a participatory literary game, following a set of rules that are implemented by the leader of the session. If you would like to learn more about renku go here. And if you would like to see a sample of a complete renku go here.
I’m John Stevenson, and I will serve as your guide for this session, a thirty-six verse (kasen) renku. I have supplied the opening verse (hokku) and each week I will select an additional verse from among those submitted prior to the Tuesday deadline.
There were ninety-two offers, from twenty poets this time. Thank you, thank you, thank you times twenty. I love you all. This has been such a great experience.
I have been hoping that we might possibly have a kasen renku with thirty-six authors. This is still possible, though I wondered this time, since there were only a couple of verses submitted by poets yet to be included in the mix. They were enough,however, and so we go on with this hope. Please consider encouraging poets that you may know to participate in writing the final three verses!
In the meantime, I am deeply grateful to everyone for continuing to play and for offering such creative and stimulating verses. Here is a very small sample of those:
betting
on the horse
with the clever name
- –Maureen Virchau
sometimes people
tell me they lived
in our home
- –Ellen Grace Olinger
drying the dog
with my brother’s
squirrel hoodie
- –Peg Duthie
dismisses
the faux pas
with a gentle hug
- –Betty Shropshire
silk stockings
dry best
in the shade
- –Jennifer Sutherland
the weather man
points the way
with a laser
- –Lorin Ford
all the choices
boiling down to just one
and then this one
- –Alan Summers
looking forward
to disproving
today’s horoscope
- –Marion Clarke
whether Vermeer
did or didn’t
use a mirror
- –Christopher Patchel
Our thirty-third verse comes from Marilyn Potter. We do have references to computers/the internet but the stronger image here deals with architectural style. I especially appreciate the clean, logical line breaks in this verse.
Here is the verse you must link to:
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click–Marilyn Potter
The next link, the thirty-fourth, is the first in a final sequence of three spring verses that will conclude our renku. It should not feature any plant images since the next verse must have a spring blossom image. Like all verses of the closing section (kyu), it should feature a brisk, optimistic, and somewhat formal tone. Here are the requirements for verse thirty-three:
- Spring image (but not a plant or blossom)
- Written in two lines, without a cut
- Linking with the thirty-third verse, and only the thirty-third verse
- Shifting widely to a new topic and setting
Add your suggested two-line link below, in the Comments box. You have until midnight EST, Tuesday, October 28, 2014. You may submit as many verses as you like, but please use a new comment box for each one. I will announce my selection for the next link on Thursday, October 30 here on the blog, and provide information and instructions for submitting the next link.
What We’ll Be Looking For — Throughout the Session
There are many schematic outlines for a kasen renku. We will be using one set out by Professor Fukuda in his book Introduction to World-linking Renku. It will not be necessary for you to have a copy of this book since instructions will be offered before each verse is solicited.
It is a good idea for those participating in the composition of a renku to make use of the same list of season words. There are a number of these lists available and I intend no judgment of their relative value. For purposes of this session I am suggesting the use of The Five Hundred Essential Japanese Season Words.
Pilgrims’ Stride to Date
comparing maps
to the mountain pass–
pilgrims’ stride–John Stevenson
a sun-warmed stone bridge
over snowmelt–Billie Wilson
dampened soil
of seed trays
in the glasshouse–Margaret Beverland
grandmother’s silverware
polished every monday–Polona Oblak
a sonata
on the concert Steinway
played to the moon–Lorin Ford
dragonflies hover
by the swaying reeds–Karen Cesar
slight hum
of a drone
in fog–Alice Frampton
the atmosphere
thick with teenage pheromones–Norman Darlington
I stumble
trying to reply
“I plight thee my troth.”–Paul MacNeil
thinking of a red wig
during chemo–Asni Amin
the woodland
of silent stories
and shadow–Alan Summers
he makes a wish
to become real–Marion Clarke
each mirror reflects
only the cool moon
rising–kris moon
freshly-caught fish
sizzles in the pan–Aalix Roake
a wealthy prince
exiled in Nigeria
soliciting my help–Christopher Patchel
sugar plum fairy came
and hit the streets…–Jennifer Sutherland
a milky nimbus
at dusk
beneath the cherry tree–Scott Mason
pulling in spring clouds
with a telephoto lens–Dru Philippou
plain truth
of a skylark’s
song–Stella Pierides
our yoga instructor
tells us to breathe–Priscilla Van Valkenburgh
smoldering dung cakes
burning in the blackened pit
flavors the curry–Betty Shropshire
the family’s grudge
celebrates a century–batsword
first snowfall
covering little by little
all the dirt–Vasile Moldovan
scraping the ice rink
of blood, sweat and tears–Carole MacRury
the sting
of a paper cut
on her tongue–Terri French
used books signed
for someone special–Ellen Grace Olinger
a large voddy tonny
for the woman who may be
his next wife–Sandra Simpson
stirring the crowd
with the slur of a slur–Maureen Virchau
continents join
under this moon
the bones of my head–Patrick Sweeney
the scarecrow reads
renku to the rabbits–joel irusta
pickled grapes and walnuts
swaddled in silk
in my messenger bag–Peg Duthie
no more wet newspapers
since the online version–Carmen Sterba
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click–Marilyn Potter
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thawing
the necessary semicolon
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
so carefully, oiling
the mower blades
– Sandra Simpson
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
shaking the dead
from our deck-chairs
– Sandra Simpson
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
sharpening the spade
with his father’s file
– Sandra Simpson
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
plaintive meows
from behind the brick wall
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
sticking pins
in the voodoo doll
ubiquitous foils foiled
by a foil balloon’s pop
foiled
by foil balloons
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
the cholocatiers
of Le Poisson d’Avril
-Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
melancholy barbie
on green drink
-Alan Summers
n.b. absinthe (the drink)
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
melancholy dolls
suffering on Ebay
-Alan Summers
a tadpole on terra firma
tests its new legs
the chrysalis stirs
in the kindergarten class
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
windmills
without
Don Quixote
-Alan Summers
a few more tail flicks
and the tadpole is free
I vote for aliens
in a weather balloon
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
gathering shells
for a balloon flight
-Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
a black cat sits
upon my knee
the brook calls inviting me
to put on my birthday suit
butterflies alight
on the clown’s nose
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
thawing
Tantalus gets a taste
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
the coils in
a toy’s dream
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
Crimea of Florence Nightingale
and Vladimir Putin
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
a forgotten memorial day
this month
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
a Spring in my dream
turns to water
–Alan Summers
A previous offering:
arms and legs
on the pollywogs
Let’s see. Can’t use plants, birds, insects, mist, haze (too close to fog?), warm, melt, spring . . .
an hour more daylight
for sitting on a park bench
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
California poppies
filling the castle
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
forget-me-nots
left by the roadside
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
a horsefly looks him
in the eyes
–Alan Summers
hit the submit key too quickly and my previous verse has three lines … supposed to be:
methodically herb gathering
with the wildcrafter
methodically
herb gathering
with the wildcrafter
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
insects astir
around the brickyard
– Lorin
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
flying buttresses
and birds enter the clouds
– Lorin
an avalanche
of butterflies
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
closing the fireplace
for a parent this last time
–Alan Summers
Previously posted:
the first tick-tock
of the museum’s clock
Edited to include season word:
the first tick-tock
of the kite museum’s clock
the first tick-tock
of the museum’s clock
setting her alarm
for the kite festival
we borrow some helium
for her birthday greeting
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
tadpoles to frogs
in a week
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
stone arches of the manor
through the haze
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
stunned by the blue
of the Birdwings
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
fledglings break out
in slow motion
baby bubbling soap bubbles
threatens a scowl
I give some of myself
to his birthday balloons
thawing
the angle of immunity
learning how to use chopsticks
for the goma wakame
frogs congregate
around the ponds
gifting the warm winds
with a crystal wind chime
miscreants are caught blowing
the best soap bubbles ever
Igor blows away bubbling
up with soap bubbles
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
at the flooded river
a fireman harassed by police
–Alan Summers
n.b. true story, the firemen reuniting mothers with their children and the police looking confused, and not liking the much needed help. Shame there seems to be a traditional rivalry between the two services. I was going to be a Minder for one fireman who was sure he was going to be arrested for doing his job. Very weird time.
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
lingering snow
by the doll’s house
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
the thin mist
becoming thinner
–Alan Summers
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
–Marilyn Potter
not seeing the skylark
until a child tells
–Alan Summers
butterflies lift
leaving the flowers alone
butterflies lift
leaving the plants alone
her baby reaching
for a balloon
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
-Marilyn Potter
thawing
the great undertaking
pillowy pieces of clouds
carried by the east wind
waves dividing the haze
between earth and sky
releasing balloons
to the sound of church bells
familiar rattles
with the shining wind
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
– Marilyn Potter
spring light
on lakes from glaciers
skittish colts snort
at the butterfly effect
ants open a crack between
their city and ours
gusts of yellow dust
as she turns the key
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
– Marilyn Potter
long pastel dresses swish
down the spiraling stairs
bright tufts of eider down
splendid and thick
spring thunder no match
for the seminary rock band
yellow dust on the hem
of the priest’s new robe
yellow dust
on the shisa’s snout
east wind lifting
a string of prayer flags
Kirkland warbler returns from
tropical vacation
they are glamping
so the butterflies stay away
east wind blows
into their faces
scarab kites untangled
by the beach combers
tenderly still cold
hands touching
a kite’s tail turning
with the wind
spring wind blows
out the birthday candle
comes last frost
and avant-garde tinkering
laughter entangled
in the strings of a kite
Even today the peasants plow
Just like in the past century
pointing to a gargoyle
through the haze
On Annunciation on the spire
Two storks renovate their nest
a butterfly landing
on the gargoyle’s sneer
a frog swimming
to the surface
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
– Marilyn Potter
serene light flows
through stained glass windows
soap bubbles rising
with the east wind
Withdrawn due to lack of season word:
answering
Dali’s Lobster Phone
&
her unapologetic preference
for Post-Impressionism
her unapologetic preference
for Post-Impressionism
the plow tilted
to the east
blowing a pinwheel
to the right
still the swinging
of the swing
answering
Dali’s Lobster Phone
releasing kites
from the tips of spires
swinging higher
for a view of the abbey
gathering herbs
for the medieval feast
east wind in the curves
of the pillars
balloons lightening
the darkened sky
east wind
at the iron gates
shimmering heat
through the iron gate
yellow dust across
the gargoyle’s wing
untethered balloons
serenely baffle
In the lampshade light looking
At the germ in an dove egg
oops that was a plant verse.
cygnets soft blur
join in her reverie
a gothic revival
emerges
with a single click
– Marilyn Potter
an old country church
in spring light
early green buds
blurring the treescape