Verselove is a community celebration of poetry in April—an invitation to write, read, and reflect together. You’re welcome to write a poem a day or to come and go as you need. Reading and leaving a brief note—a line you loved, an image that stayed, a feeling a poem stirred—is also a meaningful way to participate. This is a generous, low-pressure space. We’re glad you’re here.

Our Host: Angie Braaten

Angie has been teaching English since 2013. She started her teaching career in Louisiana for five years, then moved overseas and taught in Bangladesh and Kuwait. She currently teaches in Mauritius. Her overseas experiences have opened her mind in ways that may have never happened if she had stayed in the states. She has taught grades 6-11 but her favorite would probably be 8th, a grade that will always hold a special place in her heart, being the year she realized she wanted to be an English teacher herself. She is grateful for this community of writers and to have monthly opportunities to write, read, and share poetry. It has influenced who she is as a teacher, and person in general, in many ways.

Inspiration

I know a lot of us here are fans of the Golden Shovel, but have you ever heard of the golden hinge?

In her article ‘On Not Writing, and Letting Wildness Be Your Guide’, Leila Chatti discusses her history with depression and the different ways she wrote poetry during a specific time in her life, one of them being the golden hinge. She says, “Forms born from wildness, like dreams, create a space that is both totally free and totally limited. The disorder was so great that I required greater and greater order. When the brace of the Golden Shovel left too much flexibility for my comfort, I added another, creating the golden hinge: a form in which a borrowed line can be read horizontally as the first line of the poem as well as vertically down the left spine, as the first words of each line.”

Read the whole article here: https://lithub.com/on-not-writing-and-letting-wildness-be-your-guide/

Process

1. Decide what you want to write your poem about.
2. Find a line from a text that you want to base your golden hinge on.
3. Create your poem!



Angie’s Poem

no one dies or is dead in this poem
one day we find out someone
dies because of war or suicide
or just life. he is gone, she
is gone. they all seem to be
dead. outside of this, yes, but
in between the lines of
this life-giving text, this
poem transcends their death.

*no one dies or is dead in this poem taken from “The Rules” by Leila Chatti

Your Turn

Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may choose to use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers.

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Margaret Simon

Angie, I have been reading Theo of Golden and falling in love with not just Theo, but all of the people he meets. There is a chapter I’ve been wanting to use to create a found poem. This prompt led me back to it.

Answer the call of that river
the thread of color, woven into the evening.
Call a memory
of beauty, the feeling of sacredness,
that daily bread
River paints into a sunset to carry home.

after Theo of Golden by Allen Levi

kim johnson

Margaret, this is my favorite book in a long, long time. And what a line you have taken for you poem! Answer the call of that river. Yes, yes! I’m raising a glass of port in cheers for your poem today and for all the ways Theo brings joy. I know you find the meaning so deep and personal as your eyes move to the bayou and the wood ducks and the reflection on all the ways waterways ground us and bring peace. Salut!

Diane Anderson

Theo of Golden offers inspiration in many ways. I’ve read another poem already this morning inspired by it. I wrote a cento in March during SOLSC.

She Still Walks with Me

My feet against the feet of another woman
feet pressing Cusco, Colle, Crete—places that hold me up
against sand roads in Hurghada where dogs follow the setting sun
the convent air in Palermo, cannoli sweetness I cannot forget
feet on colonial cobblestones in Mazatlán, echoes under each step
of water beneath stone, sand beneath water, layers beneath naming
another self moving under all of this, inverted, watching
woman, I am not finished with you; you are not finished with me

Thank you for this article and prompt, Angie. “My project of staying alive” is precisely why I am here writing poetry with you all, though I haven’t thought about dying much since we started our sabbitment. Also, why I am taking this year to walk with these versions of Self. Chatti explains it all so well, and I am grateful for this encounter with her and you and us that you have offered me. I borrowed a line from Chatti’s essay: “My feet against the feet of another woman.” Gracias, amiga.

kim johnson

Sarah, I am so glad you and Angie are bringing us the essays of Chatti and the golden hinge poems that may be my favorite form so far this year of VerseLove. I can’t wait to write more of these – they are like exercise for the brain and peace for the soul in that way that the body feels better after a brisk walk. Your poem speaks volumes to me, as I think of the ways I’m held up and strengthened when my work self is waning and I can feel it but I feel so energized when I can write. You say it wonderfully…..and that last line hits it home in big ways – – done with a chapter, but not finished yet. There is revival left in the soul, and the stirrings are working their magic.

Stunning. I love the way the ‘hinge’ also offers (at least for you) the repetition of ‘feet’ which aren’t permanently locked in one location, firmly on the grown, but in movement…in discovery…

of water beneath stone, sand beneath water, layers beneath naming.

kim johnson

Angie, wow! What an amazing form to learn today, and one to practice more. Your hinge line made me chuckle – – like that trigger warning peace that nothing bad will happen. As a child, I got hooked on poetry in the pages of Childcraft by one poem that did it for me – Overheard on a Salt Marsh by Harold Monro, and so I took a line from Joy Sullivan’s Remember What It Was Like to Be a Kid? from her book Instructions for Traveling West

Tribute to Harold Monro

have you found the jewel of language
you discovered in childcraft volume 1 when you
found the one with a nymph and a goblin in
the salt marsh mesmerized by an emerald necklace
jewel stolen from the moon
of your dreams, carried in your soul, this captivating
language of poetry still shimmering green?

brcrandall

I believe Harold Monro would love to sit for a while with your poem dedicated to him, as you’ve rediscovered jewels hinged upon your craft and his influence. Nice.

Diane Anderson

I really love this challenge!

The Question Is

Have you ever been so happy in your life?
You see more beauty than you
ever have known, and in the moment have
been given hope, however fragile-
so let hope remain. Will you be
happy 
in the perfect little moments 
your life presents and let them be your
Life?

The golden hinge, “Have you ever been so happy in your life?” Is from Mary Oliver’s poem Goldfinches. The poem was recently published in a picture book with art by Melissa Sweet. 

Margaret Simon

Your question is so true of my life right now. I am working to feel the “perfect moments” and let them be my life. Too often we can get distracted by the tough stuff, the challenges that befall each day. Thanks for offering this solace.

kim johnson

Diane, your poem is a gem! As golden as a goldfish, a goldfinch, a gold coin. I feel like this day of poems is just sheer treasure – – like we are getting double poems because I want to go and read all the originals the lines were taken from. I want the happy to be my life, too! As your last line asks. What a great question!!

brcrandall

I can never see Mary Oliver’s name w/o thinking of this performance by Etude a few years ago. I love how your particular take, Diane, hinges upon a question, as it then overs a resolution to what is being asked. Lovely.

Rita DiCarne

Angie, thank you for this prompt and a form new to me. I loved your poem. I have experienced many deaths in the last seven months, and the last lines of your poem remind me that poetry can transcend the losses and hold places for the departed.

Though we need to weep your loss
we need to remember the love
need to keep telling stories of you
to keep your memory and spirit alive
weep we must, sometimes we’re sad
your leaving left a huge, unfilled void
loss is hard, but remembering the love helps

**The Golden Hinge line is from “In the Death of the Beloved” by John O’Donohue

Diane Anderson

Your poem is a beautiful way to hold places for those we have lost. Weep we must.
Remembering the live hells.

Angie Braaten

Rita, I think your poem definitely pays respect and shows love to those we have lost. I think that’s what I was intending to do with my poem but it’s kind of harsh with the amount of times dead, death, and dies is repeated. Anyway, I really appreciate your repetition of “need” and “keep” as things we know we must do and will do after experiencing loss. Thank you.

Margaret Simon

I lost a colleague recently and am trying hard, as you say, to keep her memory and spirit without focusing too long on the void she leaves behind. Your grief is a shared experience.

kim johnson

Rita, I always love your poems, but this one today is my favorite. There is hope, there is light, there is love even in the loss, love that transcends the darkness and accepts that it will only be dark for the blink of an eye. The love carries on, as joy comes in the morning. Beautiful!

Gayle j sands

Angie—this was a great challenge! Your poem is wonderful. These lines spoke to me:

“in between the lines of
this life-giving text, this
poem transcends their death.”

I just finished “Theo of Golden”. What an amazing book. Theo carried sadness with him, but he sought out joy, and shared it. This quote stood out to me…

Sadness might be many things, but it is rarely stupid.”
Allen Levi, Theo of Golden

Sadness has moved in. 
Might I evict it, like a bad mood, I would. 
Be-lieve me, I would. Sadness slows the soul.
Many days, Joy sidles in, but there is not enough room to remain..
Things may coax a smile,
but sadness hides behind
it. Sadness is quiet. It knows that Sorrow
is lurking around the corner, ready to jump in.
Rarely is Sadness wrong, for life is full of sorrow. It would be
stupid to pretend it is not. 

But oh, how I wish I could…
GJ Sands 
4-18-26

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Gayle, I feel every inch of your poem. This line, “Many days, Joy sidles in, but there is not enough room to remain” especially. There is such wisdom in your words (life is full of sorrow) and weight too. Nothing unneeded, over-explained. Just truth. Wow!

Rita DiCarne

Gayle, I love Theo of Golden and your poem. Your poem resonates with me and my grief journey. I am realizing that our society doesn’t know how to handle sadness. Your last two lines sum it up completely.

Angie Braaten

Hi Gayle, Theo of Golden added to my TBR. Thanks. I love the use of “Be-lieve me” and repetition of “I would”. Was wondering how you were going to fit “stupid” in and you did it very well, especially with that last line after!

Margaret Simon

I didn’t read yours before I posted mine, but we are on the same wavelength reading Theo. What a gift of language! I like how you used the line at the end as a kind of chorus to conclude. The capital S personifies Sadness and Sorrow. We carry them with us daily.

Diane Anderson

Theo of Golden inspires in many ways. I am inspired by the line joy slides in… and things may coax a smile. Sadness is not stupid, it does not take away all joy. Sorrow lingers, but joy is persistent, too.

kim johnson

Gayle, what a poem! And what a great choice – – Theo is my favorite character in a long time, and I want to stand at the top of the Empire State Building with a voice as loud as the world and throw copies down like rain to every person everywhere to read it…..and then this poem, and Margaret Simon’s, just get my Theo joy sparked all over again. I like the way you bring to light in your poem that life is so full of its ups and downs…..that there is happiness and joy, but sorrow lurks at every turn in this life.

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Angie, what a great form (I feel as if I’ve landed in a whole new playscape) and inspirational poem (you’ve chosen a powerful line to build from!). I honestly can’t decide which line I love best as they all resonate deeply.

Put a silencing finger to the lips–
a demand from those around you who are
silencing your voice. Instead you give them the
finger–one gesture
to another, a necessary act.
The finger does the talking when
lips are silenced.

*”put a silencing finger to the lips” is from Shane Koyczan’s A Letter to Remind Myself Who I Am.

Angie Braaten

Ooo Jennifer, “the finger does the talking when / lips are silenced” so powerful. I absolutely love Shane Koyczan’s To This Day and have seen a few other works of his but had not yet read A Letter to Remind Myself Who I Am. So many good lines in that. Thanks for sharing!

Margaret Simon

“The finger does the talking” made me chuckle.

kim johnson

Jennifer, I love that middle line….like the middle finger. Clever you! You always find a way to use the visual and the literal and the image of language the way it is positioned to carry a message loud and clear, even in a poem about silence. You raised the bar on this one….(and the finger, LOL).

Fran Haley

What a fun challenge, Angie – and what a fabulous line you chose for your hinge! Your poem literally hinges the life and death experience. Every line packs its own punch, nothing is wasted, and I am savoring the truth that “this poem transcends their deaths” – which happen offstage, since no one dies or is dead in this poem – there’s a circular feel to your lines, again like life and death.

So. I could spend all day, multiple days, probably, seeking the perfect line for my first golden hinge poem. I decided instead to do a little hunt for poems with the word “hinge” in them and found quite a number of them. This little fragment beckoned more than the others, so here we are. Thank you for the inspiration today!

The Call

Like the screech of a rusty hinge, 
the grackle calls from its hidden bower—
scrrreeeeeeeeeech—it is the sound
of long ago, and summer, and childhood,
a sound I never knew I loved, ‘til now:
rusty screen door at Grandma’s, opening on its
hinge

——-

“Like the screech of a rusty hinge” is from “Nine Little Goblins” by James Whitcomb Riley.

Note to Kim Johnson: The goblins in Riley’s poem have green-glass eyes 🙂

Angie Braaten

Fran, I like that you decided to find poems with the word hinge in them. Clever. The addition of “scrrreeeeeeeeeech” is great and of course coming to the realization of loving the sound of Grandma’s screen door. I can hear it in many places I know!

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Fran, how clever to create a hinge poem from the word hinge! You’ve completely embraced the form. We hear the sound of it in scrrreeeeeeeeeeech, we see the shape of it in the horizontal and vertical lines, we touch the rusty door at Grandma’s. Like you noted in Angie’s poem, you create a circular feel by pulling the summers and childhood of past into the sound of the present. I love that the first poem of the day offers us a door and sets walking through them into motion.

Margaret Simon

I always know when we’ve passed over the Texas border because of the grackles. I am usually annoyed by their sound, but you’ve given me a new perspective, one to appreciate.