Literary Feast: Poetry and Prose

Ann Collins

Melanie and Abigail, thanks for this joyful romp. Melanie, I respect the way you let your beloved have a say in whether or not this qualifies as a hospitable poem. And I agree with your definition of hospitality vs. accessibility.

I love the way Doireann Ní Ghríofa pulls off a poetic slight-of-hand trick that transforms an everyday random annoyance into a mischievous escapade. I’m sure I will always think of this poem anytime the foil falls out of its ridiculously shallow sharp-edged box. I’m sure, instead of feeling miffed, I will laugh and wish for a shining silver river and a canoe! Thank you for the gift of laughter, Melanie. And thank you, Abigail, for continuing this series. It’s shaping up to be a true community feast of memorable and lovable poems. May they keep coming!

Love your thoughts, Ann! I thought Melanie’s description of hashing over hospitable poetry with her husband made a lovely contribution to the picture of marriage presented by Crooker’s poem.