Missed a week, but I had my reasons. I was busy writing and talking about writing and generally doing writerly things.
Okay, I forgot all about Poetry Friday last week.
In the meantime, I’d stumbled upon a sort of “test” that was given by an ad agency to prospective copywriters, designed to see how they think on their feet, word-wise. A number of the questions make for good writing prompts (“Describe toast to a Martian in 50 words or less”) but I was surprised that my instinct for answering the first question, “Give a short, persuasive argument on letting Pluto remain a planet,” wanted to come out in verse form.
the abandoned egg
nursed from a chick
to a full-grown sparrow
imprinted on our hearts
following us around
feeding from our merest crumbs
cannot be returned to the wild
any more than our dogs and cats
they are no less than family
which is why pluto should remain
part of our adopted solar tribe
our orbiting pet rock
What is a planet anyway? The dictionary says the word comes from the Greek and that it differentiates objects that orbit a sun from stationary stars in the sky. So what if Pluto is really nothing more than an orbiting asteroid following us ring-around-the-rosy like a happy Saint Bernard puppy? We couldn’t see it for millenia, and when we did we claimed it as one of our own. Let it stay, it’s doing us no harm.
Let Pluto be Pluto.
If you’re gonna fall down the rabbit hole on the internet, might as well do it with poetry. Dori has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at her site, Dori Reads, including a nifty interview with Laura Purdie Salas.