I’ve been busy writing and promoting. My ‘soft’ horror story, “Muzzling the Monster,” is out in book form with some other excellent
hobbits’ people’s stories.
But in the meantime, a sort of narrative manifesto in the form of a palinode.
Palinode: According to the Poetry Foundation, a palinode is “an ode or song that retracts or recants what the poet wrote in a previous poem.”
And now, in response to the world today and in homage to WordPresser and poet Robert Okaji, whose much more deft and studied poetical works you can find here . . .
If I Were a . . . (defiant animal/goddess/dolphin/force)
for Robert Okaji
If I were another kind of defiant animal than me, I think I’d choose to be a well-kept black cat. I’d be haughty about my rich, luxuriant fur and take every opportunity to let the sun follow my lead, basking in its admiration like the goddess I clearly am.
If I were a goddess, I might be the goddess of writing. I suppose that’s a good deal better than saying one is the goddess of ducks, sugar, or figuring out how people tick. I would not be Athena, patroness of the arts in ancient Greek theology, but I’d definitely like to be petty and jealous. Then I’d be more like a human than a goddess, wouldn’t I? My salvation would be in my animal symbol or familiar. I could be (or I could at least charm) a dolphin—a friendly, curious, and helpful creature.
If I were a dolphin, I’d rescue kind but hapless sailors and children blown out to sea. I’d guide the migrants’ boat to a safe shore (and hope compassion would prevail to not push them back in). With the help of my pod, I would be a force of benevolence and intelligence in a chaos-besotted universe.
If I were a force of benevolence and intelligence, even in a seemingly chaotic universe, then I would realize it takes an endless link of like-in-kindness human beings and that our mutual efforts generate the light necessary to turn sorrow’s tide of tears into a band of colors. United despite our different degrees of retraction and flow.
Then again, I could just sit silent and still.
No one would notice the wavelets starting to nip blanched toes dug-in to their patch of sand.
Until the waves became a commotion of voices, defiant animals shouting no more!
What will you do to defy the status quo today?
For a trio of Bob O’s recently published palinodes, go to Otoliths e-magazine.