And here’s my 23/30 National Poetry Month poem. It’s the first draft, meaning I haven’t smoothed out the rhyme yet. So just deal with it — like I’m dealing with still writing my annual Shakespearen sonnet just days after Prince left this planet a helluva lot duller this week.
“Don’t Make Me Lose My Mind!”
Each year, this month, this day, I write a poem:
on the twenty-third of April the Bard was born.
My middle-namesake called an island home
before a banished Duke made It forlorn.
Was Ariel a male or androgynous sprite?
Back then, the generic “he” might be applied,
though flaring-nostriled academics fight,
for tiny-minded, chasmic sex divide.
And, certainly, male privilege reigns supreme
— this country spits on femininity!
MLK and Alice Walker had different dreams
that I could philosophize about for infinity….
But for now my rhyming politics are done,
for on this week came the death of The Purple One.
[Happy Birthday, Shakespeare! Rest in peace, sweet Prince! *Title from “The Beautiful Ones” by Prince (1984)]