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This Photo Wants to be a Poem: Staghorn Fern

Posted in Photography, Poetry, This Photo Wants to be a Poem, Writing, tagged , , , on May 6, 2026| 2 Comments »

Staghorn Fern at the New Orleans Botanical Gardens

Yesterday I toured the New Orleans Botanical Gardens with my sister who drove from Baton Rouge to spend the day with me. I am here babysitting my grandson who is in his last days of kindergarten.

Beth and I were fascinated by these magnificent ferns. They are epiphytic ferns that thrive in humid environments. I am wondering how one would do in my own bayou-side yard.

Being fascinated by words, I love how the name of this fern is a metaphor for the shape of its leaves. Their fronds look like antlers.

Today’s photo poem is a haiku. Please consider writing alongside me in the comments. Support other writers with encouraging comments.

With outstretched green horns
mounted like taxidermy
strong yet supported

Margaret Simon, draft

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Poetry Friday: May Be

Posted in Chalk-a-bration, Poetry Friday, Teaching, Writing, tagged , on May 1, 2026| 15 Comments »

The Poetry Friday roundup is with Rose Cappelli today at Imagine the Possibilities.

Happy May Day! My daughter sent this message in our text group: “Friday the first of May is the most powerful day of 2026 so far…strongest full moon and it’s when the Fire horse begins galloping so it will force you to get rid of what you no longer need in your life bc Fire horse can’t gallop with baggage.”

Firehorse postcard from Tricia Stohr Hunt

I worked with first graders this week in a workshop called “Chalkabration.” I think I love first graders. We wrote poems with the line “Summer is…” using all of the senses, “I hear…I see…”

Today is also the first Friday of the month which means Inklings Challenge. Heidi challenged us to “Celebrate May by writing a poem that Maykes use of the verbs may, might, could, can, ought.” 

First Graders Cheat at Mother, May I

When lines are drawn
rules are made,
Or where there’s an “ought to”
seven year olds will push,
split, cross, test.
Mother nature made us to question
boundaries, “Who am I?”
A galloping competitor or a friendly companion?

Choices might change everything.

Margaret Simon, draft

To see how other Inklings met this challenge:

Heidi @my juicy little universe
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Mary Lee @Another Year of Reading

The Progressive Poem is new hit wonder of The Land of Poetry. See the final poem here.

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