Before we delve into day 28, I want to say that I am so excited to have been selected as featured poet for Day 27 by Maureen, the matrixmind of the Napowrimo site for my “Yellow Celosia of Hope” poem. Thank you Maureen! So happy I have persevered and wrote the poem as well as planted my Celosia in the garden yesterday (I really did!)!
Now, I’ve written a slightly playful, fairly esoteric poem in response to day 28 prompt. I used the interesting index in my old poetry handbook from a time when books still had an extensive index, copyright 1940! For those who would like a definition of the term consonance, here’s one from the poetry foundation. I include one snippet from my index that inspired me.
A consonance to death
Did the Daemon Lover have dactyl words and feet?
Oh, no, he was just a daffy-down-dilly!
Villon’s Des Dames du Tempts Jardis would
not have a thing to do with that dilly!
“I can understand that,” said the
Daughter of the North as she danced away
to “Danty Baby Danty”!
No worries, the Earth Turn South
by morning, if we can make it
through the night despite Eidolons
lurking over the bed. Eidolons—
Eidolons? Eidolons! Is there
an echo in here? No, it’s only
the baby’s Echolalia.
Yes, a baby, no death,
perhaps a consonance to death
will do, bath, myth, broth
or sleuth will suffice!
No death, just truth, after all,
it’s the end of a perfect day!
Jacquelyn Markham (4/28/2023)
Poet Voice 
Congratulation on being selected. Good job on this one, too.
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Thank you, Carol! It is always a great honor to be selected among so many poets! Thanks for reading.
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Oh my, another quite intriguing one here. Love the consonance!
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