How Epics are Born
©June 13th 2021, Olan L. Smith
His trophy
Fish suspends
Mid-air,
The hook is set,
His line taut―
Time adjourns
Its length grows
Its mass increases
The tale is ever
Expanding.
AN: This style is what I refer to as a refrigerator poem written in the style of William Carlos Williams' icebox poem, "This is just to say." The style is short and terse. It blurts out the information using short lines spaced like a grocery list posted on the refrigerator.
(Photo is of my studio this morning after 6 am, just as the electricity went out while I was writing this poem. I scrambled for my matches and lit the candles, the room was pitch dark, and I finished the poem by candle light written in one of my poetry notebooks.)
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
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