political poets

The Spanish press has been full of politicians making comments about poetry recently.

Or perhaps not. More exactly, Esperanza Aguirre (Partido Popular, presidenta de la Comunidad de Madrid) picked up on something I think Gallardón (her closest rival, also from the PP) said a while back, and referred to herself as el verso suelto dentro del poema.

“The unconnected line in the poem.”

What exactly does that mean?
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Archie

finds a cat-length patch of shade
whisker-wide and hidden
from curious, non-feline eyes.
He dapples into tabby grey.

hai’ku

Full moon over the neighbour’s chimney
Orion reaches
for a slam dunk.

summer sport

After a busy evening
listening to cicada orchestras
and dancing with
                grasshoppers
through the weeds,
the cat comes home.

He sniffs the bowl of kibble
then looks up, looks
dissatisfied, as if to say,
“dried cat food’s
                just
                  not
                    cricket.”

dry’ku II

Strappy sandals;
at every step
my toes launch grasshoppers.

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