If you weren’t aware already April is National Poetry Month. In celebration I’m participating in the poem-a-day challenge. And write 30 poems in 30 days. I’m two days short but will remedy that before the clock strikes 12pm tonight. I’ve ordered a free National Poetry Month poster which is now taped on my bedroom door. Signed up on Poets.org to receive new poems a day in my email.
I’ve also been doing a special poetry project of my own on my IHeartAllStories website. Where I’ve gathered and interviewed 30 poets. My aim was to raise the profile of poetry. To show how it is relevant and that poetry is all around us. As well as to spread a little poetry love and promote other poets.
I had a hard time choosing which poem to carry around for Poem in Your Pocket Day. It was a close call between John Keats “Bright Star,” Edwin Arlington Robinson “Dear Friends,” Claude McKay “The Tropics of New York,” and Wilfred Owen “Anthem for Doomed Youth.” But there was one poem that drowned out the rest. I just couldn’t get it out of my head. It spoke to me. And left me spellbound:
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
Credit image: Poetryfoundation.org