Feast of Bridgid

The Yarn Harlot has kindly informed us of this important event happening today, people! Reya's Excellent Invitation to a Silent Online Poetry Reading:
WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2006
WHERE: Your blogWHY: To celebrate the Feast of Bridgid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2. I don't imagine zillions of bloggers will partake of this online celebration of midwinter, but I am curious to see who is called to join this project, and especially curious to read the poetry that gets published.
RSVP: If you plan to publish, will you either leave your blog address as a comment on this post, or send me an email? I'd like to collect the poems.Here's her email, should you wish to participate:
reyasdottir AT verizon DOT net -- perform the usual anti-spambot transformations with the AT and the DOT.


As my favourite poem, I am going to attempt to remember the only poem I can recall taking a small part in creating.
Now, this needs some set-up:
The Scene: Sparling Hall at the University of Winnipeg.
The Cast: Me and two other *Sparling's Darlings.
The Occasion: Meeting up after some afternoon classes located in Lockhart Hall.
The Reason: The same reason for any outrageously sacreligious parody of esteemed poetry of a National Treasure nature: We were teenagers and we thought we were the poo.

In Lockhart Hall

In Lockhart Hall, the looseleafs blow
between the students, row on row
who fall asleep, the reason why:
lecturers, still bravely speaking, sigh
scarce heard amid the snores that grow.

We are the dead.
Short days ago we lived, took notes,
watched *filmstrips glow.
Drank and were drunk, and
now we lie in Lockhart Hall.

Take up our pens? To classes go?
To you, with failing hands, we throw
our texts: be they yours to underline.
If you get "A's", we'll all know why.
You did not sleep, 'though looseleafs blow,
In Lockhart Hall.

*Note to any present students of the U. of W. : Find the oldest professor on campus. He might remember what a "Sparling's Darling" or a "filmstrip" was.