My friend Tim Keeton approached me last month to become a part of a niche-worthy, if not elite, group of writers: The Undead Poets Society. (You’ll see my badge of charter membership along the right column of this page.)
My first post was a 2005 vintage, a poem called “Daylight Savings Haiku.”
My second contribution is a sensuous take on vampirehood:
Hunger
Slow at first
At first,
Measured
With/by/for
Muscle.Get that taste
That taste,
Over
And over,
And over and over.It is life
Your life, now
And ever.
Some have pointed out that this doesn’t necessarily “scream” vampires. Sure! Opportunity for different interpretations is one of the many beauties of abstraction…
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Margo rocks, and is truly an (undead)poet.
I am glad that when I said, “Welcome to the Undead Poets Society- enter freely, and of your own will…” she said, “Yes.”
Margo also is a fair hand with CYOA creation…
Thank you kindly, Tim! I’m so glad you @-replied on my door. More chances to learn and grow are always welcome.
“Choose Your Own Adventure” – talk about an adventure in writing FAST! My first taste of flash-fic, and I loved it. You didn’t do too shabbily yourself! :)
I second your rally, Margo! The site is a wonderful creative virus. Your poetry has so much life and flavor (so very undead). This poem is one of absolute favorites. I kept going back to read it. The words, the simplicity, and sensuality really spoke to me. So glad to know you!
Thank you so much, Jodi. I’m glad to know you, too!
I so appreciate your (and all undead/outside) feedback, since everything I’ve posted there is a drastic departure from my usual YA work. :)
Your take on the site’s community of contributors is spot-on. So refreshing compared to the lone-blogger norm.