JMW Turner watercolour painting (The Samuel Courtauld Trust)‘Basho’s Frog’ by Conor Kelly The Society April 24, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 6 Comments That day a dark, vermillion, winter sky, like a Turner water-colour, was seen reflected in an old pond where, nearby, the poet Basho watched a small, unclean and speckled frog jump in the evening air and meet the water with a gentle plop, an almost soundless splash, a plash near where the other sounds of twilight seemed to stop as Basho, without writing, memorised that gentle movement and, with a wry smile, acknowledged to himself he had devised a way to turn a frog into a style. Poet’s note: So: this is my version of Basho’s frog. Go: post your comments on my briefpoems blog. Conor Kelly was born in Dublin and spent his adult life teaching in a school in the Dublin suburbs. He now lives in a rural area of West Clare in Ireland from where he manages his twitter site, @poemtoday, dedicated to the short poem. He has had poems printed in Irish, British, American and Mexican magazines. He was shortlisted for a Hennessy New Irish Writers award. 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 firstname.lastname@example.org. 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) 6 Responses Joe Tessitore April 24, 2020 A wonderfully evocative poem about the origins of a wonderful form. Reply Leo Zoutewelle April 24, 2020 Conor, I agree with Joe. Joe, you so frequently write my thoughts, before I thought of them. Way to go! 🙂 Reply Mike Bryant April 24, 2020 Very neat… the perfect package, tied up with a bow. Reply Joseph S. Salemi April 24, 2020 The original haiku can be seen at Conor Kelly’s website and blog, along with many English renderings of the poem. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 24, 2020 I like this clever and quirky execution of the sonnet form, and I really like the images created in this thoroughly engaging poem, especially the ‘dark, vermillion, winter sky, // like a Turner water-colour’. I’m a fan of Turner and nature, so this image is a real treat for me. I’ve also learned a new word – the delicious onomatopoeic “plash”. You’ve used it to great effect in internal rhyme, and I’ve simply got to steal it for a future poem. Thank you for my afternoon smile. Reply Margaret Coats April 25, 2020 Your page on Basho’s Frog is a wealth of information on this most celebrated haiku. I’ll say thanks with a brief poem I think you’ll like, from Lady Margaret Sackville. The title is “Gratias” A shop fresh painted; tulips; a gay toy; Sun-gilded roofs; balloons; a smiling face; Pigeons–all these, the petty cash of joy, Are things for which my thankful soul says grace. Reply Leave a Reply to Margaret Coats 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.