Last week, I taught my poetry class about Golden Shovel poems, a form in which you use the words of a poem or part of a poem and write your own poem, making the words of the original poem the last word in each line. I chose a haiku from our textbook for my example. This was actually kind of fun, and I may do more as time allows.
(After Matsu Basho)
I slip out of bed, borrowing
Mom’s sweater. I can’t sleep,
So I take the lantern from
The shelf and slip silently out the
Door. Across the yard to the scarecrow’s
Field. I gasp, “Oh, friend! Your tattered sleeves!”
I can’t sew patches at dark midnight,
So I loan Mom’s sweater to chase the frost.