Oulipost 30–Patchwork Quilt: Coyote and the War Hag

Coyote and the War Hag

Coyote started
as a young poet
from the forested uplands,
three dimensional,
howling the depth and breadth and height
of her love.

“I love thee though thy humor shocks.
Gadzooks! I love thy spine!

Thy pitchfork crowd a temptation,
thy villians sprawling naked,
thy innovative cacti,

thy fiery and thy snuffy,
thy rarin’ houlihan.”

Everywhere Coyote went,
fire and smoke smoldered,
tragic electrical temptations.

From the cradle of dust,
unbound,
Coyote made alliances.

Cacti and mesquite,
the birds, the stars,
the Great Bear plowing the sky,
wildfires and dry fields,
cowboy boots and rain.

From the desert oasis,
from spring-fed gardens,
from the liquid sweet spot,
from the blown-glass milky way,
Coyote took new hope.

One day Coyote
entered the adobe-arched home
of the war hag.

Quiet,
unassuming,
Coyote questioned
reality.

“It’s not your fault,”
the war hag said.

“But… the neglect of possibility?”
Coyote cried.
“The fragile power?
The adventure?
My values!
My talent!”

“Promises, promises, promises,”
the war hag said.

Coyote howled.

“Who would buy a fad a day?
A buzz, a dab, a bag, a ray?
Granite knows heat,”
the war hag intoned.

“Keeg!” Coyote cried.

Coyote sprang up,
backed away,
backed away,
backed away.

Coyote raced
through the night,
through the dust,
through the dark
chasing her doubts.

Coyote fell
and slept.

Coyote slept
in the pecan grove.
By the water,
she dreamed
in the dusk.

Coyote found there,
in the warm
marigold night,
praise.

Praise.

She found
clear-headed
perspective.
Quiescence.
Books. Art. Dreams.
The electric buzz
of objective existence.

It was kind of a gut punch.

Coyote howled her love,
teary-eyed.

“How do I love thee?
How can I love thee?
I live by thy love.
It’s all about
resistance.”

PROMPT

Conclude the project by writing a poem that incorporates words
and lines from all of your past 29 poems.

NOTES

I had a blast with this one.ย  I worked through my poems collecting interesting words and lines. I THINK I managed to include something from each, even if it was just a word.

Many, many thanks (and praise) to my fellow Ouliposters. It’s been a wonderful, wordy wild ride.ย  You can find their responses to this prompt here:ย  http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/oulipost-30-patchwork-quilt/
or work your way through each blog from the listing on the Ouliposters page here:
http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/oulipost/ouliposters/

SOURCE:

All 29 of my Oulipost poems for the month!

#Oulipost #NaPoWriMo14 #winner

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9 thoughts on “Oulipost 30–Patchwork Quilt: Coyote and the War Hag

  1. “Cacti and mesquite,
    the birds, the stars,
    the Great Bear plowing the sky,
    wildfires and dry fields,
    cowboy boots and rain.”

    “By the water,
    she dreamed
    in the dusk.”

    ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. One of those poems you want to read again…a field filled with flowers that went unnoticed. Stop and look again. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Anything you like, or maybe you ‘could’ start the first part of your piece/poem with –

    โ€œBy the water,
    she dreamed
    in the dusk.โ€

    (taken of course from your ‘Coyote and the War Hag.’)

  4. Pingback: Oulipost Exit Interview | A Tree by the Stream

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