There
is mischief afoot.
No,
Watson, the game’s afoot.
The
Mischief Café has opened its doors,
poetry
at home with toast,
buttered
(not artisan), & tea, although
some
insist upon coffee, grounds
for
litigation by the tea crowd. Just so.
It
is a book, you see, a book
of
poems, and dreams,
of
poems, and screams
of
delights, oohs and ahs,
and
prompts and pages
blank
with expectancy
waiting
to be filled and poured.
The
Mischief Café’s a traveling café,
a minstrel
show, a lyceum,
bawdy
vaudeville, a hermit’s retreat,
a
Facebook post, an introvert’s tweet,
filled
with blank pages, a journal,
because
all poetry begins, or hesitates,
upon
blank pages, and dreams.
There
is mischief afoot.
No,
Watson, the game’s afoot.
No,
Holmes, my ruler’s a foot.
So,
if you wondering what this is all about, L.L. Barkat has published The
Mischief Café, which is a book of poems and prompts with blank pages,
inviting you to write your poems, and create some mischief. Three of my own
poems are included, among many others.
It
is a strange thing to see one’s own poems published in a collection. I first
had to ask myself if I really wrote them, and the answer is yes, I did; I even
remember when I did. And the second thing I asked myself is why am I feeling so
mischievous? The poem above is the result.
If
you’re feeling mischievous, The Mischief Café
is a good way to start.
