#20: Owl and Cyclops


Today the NaPoWriMo website provided a seemingly random list of words, challenging us to incorporate five of them into a poem. I used all twenty-eight words on the list. And I used them in the exact order they appeared on that list, which worked surprisingly well! I didn’t know them all–I had to look several of them up, which was fun. And I’m pretty sure that I used them all correctly in the following little surrealistic thing. Do you know what a quahog is? It’s a clam. How about rodomontade? That’s a boastful speech or rant. Try them out on your friends. And the only other thing I’d like to brag about is that I used the word cheese as a verb. Here’s my 20th poem for National Poetry Writing Month:

Owl and Cyclops

Owl sits perched upon the 
I’m afraid he’ll abscond
 upwind with the thing,
squander his power, smoke
 clove cigarettes, wax
against the dunderhead
standing around in that whole area,
breath like seaweed 
nonpareil monstrosity.
The hoot-hooting is the bird’s only artillery,
but those claws might be sufficient, a
to curl
 the monster’s ego, enough to perhaps
prevent or at least curtail the 
 sure to follow.
Cyclops knows Owl to be elusive, 
the ghost of any god,
its sole purpose to cheese and offend the one-eyed,
truffle, hated generally by all the night creatures.
But Owl, svelte, with enormous eyes, carries off my generator,
feasts on quahog, while Cyclops,
 bilious and pissed,
rages into the nothingness.

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