What about the b
ees
That hover in the trees
And scout amongst the clover
Though spring is already over?
And what about the crow
Whose call is such a scold
To sparrows and the deer
And any passing near? Continue reading “July Morning”
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Cora the Couplet Crocodile
“The time is out of joint, O cursed spite
That ever I was born to set it right!”
Hamlet’s couplet is a famous one. Who can resist the pithiness, the efficiency, the rhythm and reason of two short rhyming lines?
Cora the Couplet Crocodile can’t. Continue reading “Cora the Couplet Crocodile”
Summer at the Museum
Yes, I know it is not summer yet, but it might as well be. I have finished with the Autograph Book Poetry Exhibit, and I took the time to take a bunch of photos. If you haven’t been out in a while, much has changed in the little red shed. Come out and see.
In the meantime, peruse the slide show of photos taken today. And let them inspire a little poetry in ya.
–Shaun Perkins
The Case of the Autograph Book Curiosity
I am working on the new museum exhibit on autograph book poetry, and I have found an interesting poem/page in one of the books. This comes from a 1940-1941 autograph book that belonged to Betty Boerner from Hampstead, Maryland.
1st Curiosity
The poem in question appears to be original to the writer, which was highly unusual. One of the things I’m finding in my research is that the same group of rhymes, with little variations, were used over and over throughout the 20th century in these books. Of the twelve books that I have that range from 1892 to 1974, this is the only occurrence of this poem: Continue reading “The Case of the Autograph Book Curiosity”
ALWAYS OPEN
The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry is ALWAYS OPEN. Anytime you want to come out, do. Give an hour-notice by phone or a day’s notice by email, and you are good to go . . . come.
918-864-9152 (Shaun)
rompoetry@gmail.com
From personal experience, I know that the museum is a great place to be in the middle of the night for you night owls. Continue reading “ALWAYS OPEN”
Mockingbird
My mom used to tell us how she yearned
to go to Mockingbird Hill. It was somewhere
in the countryside near Snake Creek,
so enticing-sounding, so Eden-like:
One could glimpse paradise
in a place called Mockingbird Hill.
Continue reading “Mockingbird”
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