Second OT on Monday – With His Shoures Soote

The droughte of March hath perced to the roote blahblahblah... Oh shut up Jeff. Tom the quivering Anglican knows it's the cruelest month, lilacs and dead earth and stuff. Yes, it's National Poetry Month in the US again (anȝen*).

A panel from Manuele Fior's 
Cinquemila Chilometri al Secondo, 2010, Fantagraphics.
One of the characters is watching The Sword in the Stone
 on TV. I understand how Wart feels.

I'm not currently reading Spenser's The Faerie Queen, but I'll gladly keep a copy of it on my nightstand for the rest of the month. Besides, wasp and ant season approaches quickly.

So, what poetry are you not reading right now? More importantly how are you celebrating NPM? If you missed Black History month and Women's History month might I suggest Chicago's own Gwendolyn Brooks' poetry to cover all three?

Whatever. Drop your pearls of wisdom below. Or your anvils of foolishness. Whatever.

If you need a writing prompt, here's a quote from Sherlock Holmes IV: The Valley of Fear:

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius. ~ ACD

* The letter ȝ is called yogh and depending on the word either makes a 'y' or hard 'g' phoneme. It hasn't been used much since Chaucer's time. There were a few variations of 'again' employed during his life, but I chose 'anȝen' because of the yogh. Printing eventually killed it along with other letters such as þ (thorn), I suppose, orthographically, with the first English language dictionaries; the very first one reportedly published about a hundred years after Geoffrey started writing The Canterbury Tales. Also most certainly the birthdate of the very first grammar/spelling nazi (militant grammarian). I'm just spitballing here so don't take my word for it.