Step Right Up
(A Sad Circus Tale)
Sold by her mother
to an acrobatic clown,
the scarred town,
of her fluid fingers
evoke the night cries
of the high-wire.
It is a brilliant circus skill
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Step right up! Step right up! NaPoWriMo has officially begun! Behold all manner of poetic marvels!
I had so much fun with today’s poem: I took the piece of newspaper I had been using as scrap beneath my paints yesterday and chose the first article I saw as material for a blackout poem. Fortunately for me, the article in question was about a circus show, complete with fabulous photograph of an accordion-playing fool on a unicycle.
I chose one of the backgrounds I had prepared during Tanyalee Khaler’s wonderful Messy Pages class, stuck down my bits of newspaper and went on from there: gesso, circus fonts, bicycle stamps and silver stars. I knew things were getting pretty out of hand when I started adding glitter. Today is officially the first day I have ever added glitter to a poem.
Just to give you an idea of how far an art journaling page can travel from start to finish, here’s a glimpse of the original background:
If today’s experience is anything to go by, the combination of poetry and art journaling opens up a whole new array of possibilities. I’m so excited to see what the rest of this month will bring!