(Written on 1/19 but posted at around 1:30 am on 1/20).
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In winter, the forest’s bare fingers
whisper beneath the mist.
Their language is frantic with want:
ach[ing] for spring,
delirious for summer.
Too bad magnetic poetry doesn’t come with punctuation [c.f. “forest s” instead of “forest’s”]. And it’s a bit awkward to make “ache” into “ache-ing” (I’ve seen that spelling before — but mainly in Shakespeare…). Also, I would have preferred to use the word “hungry” instead of “aching,” except either the set doesn’t have it, or I couldn’t find it this morning (I need to organize my words better; they’re a mess). I’ve a sneaking suspicion, however, that the set just doesn’t contain the word (How can it not contain the word “hungry”?? I suppose not everyone uses “hungry” on a regular basis; I just happen to be a fan of it. themes of want appear a lot in my poetry, and hungry is an aptly desperate-sounding word, without being overly melodramatic or “poetical.” as it is, I sort of wince at “delirious.”) Oh well, rules are rules. No breaking them for the sake of flaunting the exercise. If I ever want to expand and revise one of these MagPoems I can always do so away from the fridge.