'Odysseus and the Sirens' by Waterhouse‘The Oddity’ and Other Poetry by Mark Stevick The Society January 16, 2018 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 2 Comments The Oddity My pen and me set off to sea but washed up feeling useless; the cadent swell invoked a spell and story of Odysseus. While pen-wrecked there I would not hear those rhythmic words like Circe’s; this poem must be Penelope and I a new Ulysses. Seventy Seventy! Seventy! What about seventy ____calls for a metrical line? —Praise that your days with their pace and their brevity ____lengthen past age sixty-nine. Harken, a toast: you done grewed up to seventy, ____here’s to the wealths you attain. Now on this day if you’re brewed up and given tea ____drink it in lieu of champagne. Pardon our poem if its pace and its levity ____play at expense of your fun; Of your seventy years we’re an adamant devotee— ____and will be past seventy-one. Mark Wacome Stevick (Stiewig) grew up in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, in a religious community whose members scorned drinking, dancing, and dice. In his teens he left Lancaster for New England. He lives now with his family in Salem, Massachusetts, where he writes plays, gives walking tours, and teaches creative writing. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Lenore January 16, 2018 These were lots of fun to read…enjoyed much! Reply Wic E. Ruse Blade January 16, 2018 “Seventy,” reminiscent of late Victorians, Lear and Carroll, and so many other 20th century British and American poets, with its witty feminine rhymes, and opening and closing stanzas, encapsulates a joyful insouciance. I have used the word “seventy” o’er seventy times, but ne’er once did I utilize these clever rhymes. Thanks for the treasure I’ve access to now; you’ve added four more I can plunder and plow. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.