PSNY and Pandemic Poems paired poets up from all over the world to collaborate on a series of Pandemic Poems. Poets were given a partner, a first line, and the last line. Each pair worked together, going line for line, to co-create a sonnet in a single day (May Day).
Throughout the day each poem traveled back forth between partners until it was complete. Following this communal poetry exchange, PSNY and Pandemic Poems strung these sonnets together, one after the other, into a sonnet crown (or “corona”) of epic proportions!
Following is the link to the sonnet me and JodiAnn Stevenson collaborated on May 01 and created the sonnet. The first and the last lines were given by the Poetry Society of New York. Our moderator was Amy Palen.
I should like your middle name less than my
first but the bell of it still rings in my
belly and chokes me. It calls me like a
haunting ghoul, rends my soul apart until
barbed pieces rust in metallic memory.
Grief thick and heavy as stone sits deep in
my chest. I want your first name in my mouth,
sacred as holy verse gently humming,
cool as a mother’s hand on the forehead
deftly breaking down skin of my worries
softly peeling back the bone of my fear
and like the soft trilling of the songbird
it spirals up my backbone crooning in
concert or flies at my ankles, running.
–Megha Sood and JodiAnn Stevenson