The plan was to get up early and work on a poem for today in response to one of Audrey Gidman’s July prompts (#14 — about a fish, without naming the fish in the poem). My bluegill poem will have to wait. When I got up this morning the view above is what I saw. And the act of taking in that air, laden with the smoke of lost trees and lives and lands, made me unbearably sad. And so I wrote.
Jill has today’s Poetry Friday roundup at Jill Dailey.
After reading DOG SHOW by Billy Collins last week, I found myself writing under his influence!
Jan has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at Bookseedstudio.
Catherine offered the Inklings this month’s challenge, choosing from the June challenges of Audrey Gidman:
Read “Digging” by Seamus Heaney. Think about something that has been handed down to you—from a parent, a grandparent, an elder in your life—that feels alive in you now. Think of how it is the same and think of how it has transformed in you. Notice how, for Heaney, it’s gardening and writing—two kinds of digging, but still the digging continues through the generations. Write a poem that digs into what was handed down to you and examines what you carry now.
What was handed down to me? Scissors. Fine fabric shears still in the box, pinking shears, at least four pairs of embroidery scissors of various sizes along with three pairs of antique crane scissors, two pairs of children’s safety scissors including one pair shaped like an elephant, a miniature pair of scissors, the orange-handled Fiskars I received when I began sewing, and the round-tipped baby’s fingernail scissors from her bathroom vanity drawer.
So my “digging” became cutting. Cutting away, layer by layer. Snipping, slicing, shredding, clipping.
The title for this poem came from a post by Jill Badonsky on Substack. And the (surprise to me) ending arrived when I studied a diagram of the parts of scissors.
Here are the other Inklings, who may or may not have had the bandwidth to meet this month’s challenge, what with travel and other assorted summer joys.
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Margaret @Reflections on the Teche
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Michelle has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at More Art 4 All.
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Summer Triptych – For the Teachers
I.
Freedom is the classroom door closed and locked.
Shelves are covered with craft paper,
desk drawers are perhaps organized
or else abandoned in clutter.
It can all
wait.
II.
A black swallowtail dips
to the dill
time shifts
from calendar and clock
to caterpillar and bloom.
III.
Chicory appears
along roadsides and railroads:
blue brackets
that begin and end
this season of necessary
loosening.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2026
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The Poetry Sisters’ challenge for this month was to use Louise Ireland’s august triptych as our mentor poem. I studied her flow carefully. In her part one, she captured a feeling on the brink of summer’s end. In her part two, she had a concrete example from nature. And in her part three, she had another concrete example and her big lesson. I borrowed Ireland’s lead, “Freedom is…” but I wrote for all teachers, remembering well that feeling of walking away from the months of structured routines with no time for myself and into the breathing room of summer.
Next month we’ll be writing Pádraig Ó Tuama-inspired pantoums. He regularly offers a pantoum challenge on his Substack, with different prompts for each of the lines. We’re using this prompt, from January. Lots of you have written Pádraig Pantoums. We hope you’ll join us for another on the last Friday of July.
Tricia has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup @ The Miss Rumphius Effect
Two other Poetry Sisters are with us this week:
Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
I’ve been savoring the micro-seasons of our garden and our climate zone. It’s the season of bottle-brush buckeyes, fireflies, and cone flowers. In our garden, the rattlesnake master is going to bloom for the first time, and both the taller-than-me bergamot and the royal catchfly are filled with buds, too. Bring on the next season of blooms!
It’s been a season away from writing for me. Hence, the repurposed poem I wrote and posted just about this time last year. Even though I haven’t been writing, I’m here to celebrate having written. I will write again. Everything in its season.
I’m glad I didn’t publish the July-December roundup schedule — there’s been a small change. Linda B. and Tabatha switched spots. I’ll be sending out the html code soon to those who’ve requested it in the past. If you want it for your sidebar, let me know at marylee.hahn at g mail dot com.
Buffy has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Buffy Silverman.
I had the Inklings challenge this month: “Use a recent comment on one of your posts as a line in a poem.” Jan (Bookseedstudio) left the first two lines of this poem in the comments on my May 26 post. Her comments often sound like poems or lines from poems, so she made my job easy!
I have two kinds of peony and two kinds of foxglove. I tried to capture their personalities in my sketches. I’m having fun pairing stick-on quotes with my sketches. They provide a surprise caption.
Here’s how the rest of the Inklings (except for Margaret, who is vacationing with her family) met this month’s challenge:
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Mona has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Mona Voelkel.
The roundup schedule filled in record time! Thanks to all who volunteered!
I’ve moved the picnic table into the shade of the weeping birch in the back yard of my childhood home, and the Poetry Sisters are arriving with yummy offerings for today’s pot luck.
Nope. While I DID grow up on the arid high plains of eastern Colorado, that’s WAY too dry. Let’s try again.
Right tree, wrong size of lawn. Maybe the third time will be the charm?
Close enough! Let’s get this party started!
Tricia arrives carefully balancing the dish her mom made and took to church every week for years.
Liz is bringing a family recipe as well – her grandmother’s strawberry rhubarb kuchen.
Sara, bless her, is providing the salty goodness that will balance the sweets – a lowly but always welcome bag of chips.
Tanita‘s offering is a little bit wobbly — Ms. Sandy McMahon’s red jello salad.
Laura sent some flowers for the table. She won’t be joining us with a poem this week.
More than any other season, Summer, to me, is a taste: fat green grapes at swim meets, nectarine juice running down my chin, warm cherry tomatoes straight off the vine, fresh garden green beans cooked with a ham hock and potatoes, sliced garden cucumbers tossed in vinegar and sugar, butterscotch dip cones from DQ…but what I finally chose for my poem was Three Bean Salad.*
I’m going to do the roundup “old-school” this week. Leave your link and a brief description of your post in the comments and I’ll add your links to today’s potluck.
MAIN DISHES
Susan is in with a link to Eve L. Ewing’s poem “I saw Emmett Till this week at the grocery store” at Chicken Spaghetti.
Robyn, at Life on the Deckle Edge, is sharing a couple of new Americana bookmarks and Whitman’s classic, “I Hear America Singing.
Tabatha has an original poem today at The Opposite of Indifference.
Tracey interviews Jone about TILT! at Tangles and Tails.
Molly, at Nix the Comfort Zone, has joined the Pádraig Pantoum crew with one so delicious you’ll want to read and reread it!
SIDES
This week Jama is sharing Kim Dower’s poem “How to Shop for a Poet” with thoughts about her “ideal” poet at Jama’s Alphabet Soup.
Cathy is bringing a whole carousel of offerings to the picnic at Cathy Stenquist!
Amy, at The Poem Farm, brings us this delicious side dish all the way from Utah!
Carol has left The Apples in My Orchard and is also dialing in from Utah with gorgeous photos and haikus.
Let’s serve Margaret’s Pádraig Pantoum alongside a serving of funeral potatoes from Tricia’s poem (see above.) Margaret’s pantoum is at Reflections on the Teche.
DESSERTS
Let’s put some candles on the birthday cake for Michelle at More Art 4 All! Today is her birthday and she’s written a Golden Shovel in celebration.
Jone’s sharing “her” fourth grader (in the class where she was subbing) sweet “I Am” poems at Jone Rush MacCulloch.
Carol offers up a plate of springtime thoughts, peonies before and after the rain, through nature photography, digital art, and a Golden Hinge poem at Beyond LiteracyLink.
Irene treats us to the sweetness of letter writing and snail mail at Live Your Poem. (After lunch, let’s all sit down and write a few notes!)
DRINKS
Quench your thirst for all things birds with Jan at Bookseedstudio!
Over at Reverie, Patricia is reviewing Mary Oliver/Melissa Sweet’s GOLDFINCHES, a book to sip and savor!
AFTER LUNCH ENTERTAINMENT
Jane, at Rain City Librarian, wrote about…a sea slug! A ridiculously adorable, itty bitty little sea slug that looks like a cartoon character.
Linda wrote a Pádraig Ó Tuama-ish pantoum this week. Find her on Substack at Another Word Edgewise.
Alan shares the simple, yet beguiling ‘Stornello’ -a traditonal Italian tercet – at Poetry Pizzazz.
Rose is celebrating an almost-milestone anniversary and offering a bit of entertainment with words and music at Imagine the Possibilities.
Every good picnic has at least one dog, sniffing under the table for dropped goodies. Denise, at Dare to Care, brings us and entire pack of Good Dogs in the form of études (a form to play with while our lunch settles).
Mona has a project for us after lunch is finished — let’s all go forth and put up poetry boxes! She has the details and a concrete poem at Mona Voelkel.
Here’s another after-lunch project — let’s all make poetry zines with Jill Dailey!
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The call for roundup hosts for July – December 2026 can be found here.
All images in today’s post are via Unsplash, with the exception of the jello salad, which is Creative Commons via Flickr.
*recipe can be found in the comments
The prompt on Audrey Gidman’s May Poetry Prompt Calendar for May 20 was “Write a self-portrait poem.” I didn’t get to that one, but May 21 was “Now that you’ve practiced, write another self-portrait poem. Give this one a very long title.” And since one of the items on my to-do list for today was to transplant the trillium that had spread into the grass, my poem was born. I like how the title helps the poem to work on several levels. <wink>
Carol has this week’s Poetry Friday at The Apples In My Orchard.
Next week the roundup will be here, AND it will be time to sign up to host roundups for the rest of the year (July – December)!
Shake My Brain Over the Page and This is What Sprinkles Out: A Cento
exploring time
imagination makes room
embroidery as play / craft is political
priceless and worthless, simultaneously
women’s work —
this long thread
with her own hands —
let’s move the needle
(c) Drafty McDraft, 2026
The Sources:
Exploring Time
“…imagination makes room…“
Embroidery as Play / craft is political
priceless and worthless, simultaneously [from a text I sent]
Women’s Work
This Long Thread
With Her Own Hands
Let’s Move The Needle
Patricia has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at Reverie.
Happy May Day! Today is an Inklings challenge day, and Heidi challenged us to “Celebrate May by writing a poem that Maykes use of the verbs may, might, could, can, ought.” It felt SO good to use more words, syllables, and lines!
Here’s how the rest of the Inklings met this month’s challenge:
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Margaret @Reflections on the Teche
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Rose has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Imagine the Possibilities.
The image is via Unsplash.
A(nother) Year of Reading 