Her hold on power is stronger than gravity. She’s not sorry
She rules. It is her right. We bow before her, we
Bring tribute: sunflowers, mica chips, hummingbirds that aren’t
Quite adult. We crawl before her, caress her feet, going
Back to our cabins refreshed. We return at dawn, back
To groveling, but now she’s impatient, daring to
Demand equality. We do not understand her words. Their
Sound rocks our innards, twisting us into images of movies.
source: Sorry, We Aren’t Going Back to the Movies
Father lightning shoots down a sharp jolt and a
Dry tree welcomes his jab, leaping into fire
That creeps gingerly among dry leaves so
Slowly she’s unnoticed until a burst of overwhelming
Flame takes charge, leading fire’s advance. It
Revs up, gobbling all tinder handy. Fire controls
The earth, the air, all becomes nourishment for the
Fire, announcing her dominance to power the weather.
source: A Fire So Overwhelming It Controls the Weather
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I’m continuing to use Terrance Hayes’s Golden Shovel poem format, as proposed by the Sunday New York Times "At Home" section, for 30 Poems in 30 Days during National Poetry Month.
Take a newspaper headline that attracts you.
Use each word in the line as the end word for each line in your poem.
Keep the end words in order.
Describe the story that the headline is for.
The poem does not have to be about the same subject as the headline that creates the end words.
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