2012 Summer Literary Showcase: Uvi Poznansky

Plucked Porcupine: A Poem

By Uvi Poznansky

I miss the swish of grass and clover

The crunch of twigs, no pangs, no hunger,

That place is far—I must not pine—

For a poor, plucked porcupine

I watch out for the angry poet

I stumble back, at these sharp spines

Her ink has spilled, so here she whines

I hate, I hate to wish her ill

She writes this poem with my quill

To see this paper sculpture of a Plucked Porcupine from more points of view click here.

Note: This poem was meant, at first, to be a sonnet, which as you know is a form of poetry that contains 14 lines in four verses: 4 lines in the first verse, 4 in the second verse, 4 in the third verse, and 2 in the last one. For example, the rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; where the last two lines are a rhyming couplet.

However, by the time the ink dried on paper, the poem seemed to be missing a verse. Fitting, it is a plucked sonnet.

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