My day 24 poem for National Poetry Writing Month sort of uses the prompt on Napowrimo.net—to write an ekphrastic poem about the stuff found in the margins of medieval manuscripts. I made a couple of attempts, but quickly got bored. So, this is what I ended up doing:
…and there was much rejoicing
I know the Xerox copier was only a loaner,
and Brother Dominic had to go back to pen and paper
for the next 500 sets.
But I’m really not interested
in whatever bizarre renderings—
the dragon-like creatures,
flatulent knights jousting,
and nasty nuns—
he consigned to the margins
of his assigned manuscripts.
If I really want to see medieval figures playing butt trumpets,
I’ve got Monty Python and the Holy Grail on blu-ray.
(23 April 2017—posted April 24th ET)