April is National Poetry Month!

When I was still in middle school or high school, and taking writing tutorials by mail, I had to do an assignment where I took the first line of this poem and wrote my own around it. I can't remember what I wrote, nor is it likely to have been anything worth remembering, but the line has been engraved on my memory ever since.


"Question," May Swenson.

Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen

Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt

Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead

How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift
how will I hide?