And I'm also participating in Heidi Mordhorst's challenge at My Juicy Little Universe, writing to a word prompt (each ending with "ch") five days a week this month.
For March 2, the first CH word is: MARCH.
-Ma Nature’s spring -
-Arch of birch,
"Rah!” and “Ah!” - cheers and whispered sighs for the
-Charm of a sweet, soft, “No
I chose to do an acrostic with March AND use the letters found in March to make the first word of each line. So "Ma" and "Arch" are in "March"...etc. I wrote the words you can make from the word "March" in green.
And just a wee bit more explanation...
Though I'm not big on the image of a Mother (Ma) Nature, it works for the poem. The "Rah" and "Ah" ("Ah" also having letters in "March", though not the first word) are for the charm of a wonderful, softer, "no harm" breeze than we've had in winter.
I'm sure you got that all from my poem, but I was a little insecure about it. It's a little like explaining a joke. If you have to explain it, it isn't one.
If you have to explain a poem, is it still a poem? I think it is. I often don't understand poems until someone explains them to me. I can't believe none of them are poems just because I don't get them.
A fun CH bird is the Black-Capped Chickadee - the state bird of Maine. Two of them were just in my rose bushes just outside the front windows acting a bit bouncy and like they had cabin fever even though they are outside. They flitted and flirted around amongst the thorns before flying off to find another tangled bush to play in.
Last week someone had posted a picture of a tree with no turkeys in it (you know who you are - but I can't remember now!)...there had been turkeys in it, but they had just all flown away when the picture was snapped. That's how I felt with these chickadees.
|Just flitting out of the picture - upper left|
|Got him here though!|