Using the prompt form NaPoWriMo.net I chose a short poem by Wallace Stevens and rewrote it line by line, changing each word, but not as suggested for an opposite one. Instead I chose different words for a different context.
Anecdote of the Jar A Box Tale
by Wallace Stevens by Marian O’Brien Paul
I placed a jar in Tennessee, I placed a box in Missouri,
And round it was, upon a hill. Rectangular, within the ground,
It made the slovenly wilderness It made the decorous ranks of rows
Surround that hill. Gather around.
The wilderness rose up to it, The silent dead bestirred themselves.
And sprawled around, no longer wild. Parents, grandparents no more napped.
The jar was round upon the ground Four cornered box, an infant’s bed,
And tall and of a port in air. Soft cushions blanketed with earth.
It took dominion everywhere. It took precedence in that place,
The jar was gray and bare. Small box in its new space.
It did not give of bird or bush, It spoke of joy and love and grief
Like nothing else in Tennessee. Like nothing else in Missouri.