We have an exciting new project on our hands. But first, here are two versions of our renga, one provided by Millicent Caliban:
A tropic spring night,
Making Mole poblano—
We drank wine with iceZinfandel: dark, fruity, rich,
Pairs well, or so he told meThe scent of chiles,
Chocolate and canela—
Vivaldi: salud!Senses primed for sweet and tart
Will yield to bliss before dawn.
… And the other by Paul Michelsen:
A tropic spring night,
Making Mole poblano—
We drank wine with iceBelow clouds’ close voyages —
moon tipped on its slender backThe scent of chiles,
Chocolate and canela—
Vivaldi: salud!Wash out the taste of winter
With this: La Primavera
While the renga as a form can theoretically be extended indefinitely, this seems a good place to suspend the effort.
Our next contest has to do with the current month. I want us to take a look at the famous opening of T. S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land”:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Now remove the word “breeding,” substitute an invisible “because,” and write a worthy second line.
Deadline: Sunday, April 10, 2016, at 5 P.M.
